New Beginning, Bound And Chained 2
By: V. L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance
to anyone, alive or dead is purely coincidental. But, honestly folks, this
takes place on another planet. So this little warning is kind of silly don't ya
think?
*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18,
or who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should not read
any farther.
CHAPTER 9
Jerrick was having a hard time breathing he was laughing so hard. "The
south end of a north bound herd beast. Trinna is going to love that." He
leaned against Caytin. "I just hope she doesn't ask me what went on, I watched
you go through hell because you weren't willing to tell Kaj everything. Me, I
would spill my guts without a thought."
"I don't think she will, and if she does, then his pretty speech will
charm her enough to keep her from feeling any slight. After all, he said he
would have thought her lovely if she had looked that way, but since she didn't
he was even happier. That should keep you from getting your back painted for
his words."
"Go on boy, taking your time might make his misery greater, but it also
is wasting my time, and I don't have time to waste for anything like him." Karl
growled.
Steffon looked at Jerrick for some clue on how he should react. He had
never been growled at by a man here before, much less one that was only a
bedwarmer. Jerrick, lifted an eyebrow at him, basically letting him know, it
was his call. He had chosen to stand for Drav, so he was taking his place among
the men in the house. He sighed turning to look at Karl. "I don't usually make
it a habit of being rude to anyone who is my elder, even if he isn't anything"
he cleared his throat. His bright blue eyes were like ice. "But a bedwarmer."
Steffon let his feelings of being growled at be made perfectly clear in his
insult. "But let me explain it in a way you will understand. My master is the
lead consort's Lover. That makes him second only to him in rank. He took me as
his Lover. That makes me third, and I took Drav as mine, which makes him
fourth. The only man in this room other than my master and his that can tell me
what to do is master Kerfan, and that is because he is free." He looked to
Jerrick and Caytin to see if he had handled it the way it should have been
handled. Was greeted with a curt nod from Jerrick and a soft smile of approval
from Caytin.
Karl backed down quick. "I'm sorry, wasn't trying to tell you what to
do, it's just that thing makes me so disgusted. I have been helping Tam and
Toby with their new little ones. And knowing that if it hadn't been for that
thing, these babies wouldn't have been ripped from their parents. Just because
I can never father a child, does not mean I don't understand what it means to
love one."
"Let it go Master, who cares what he thinks, he's only a bedwarmer, and
doesn't even have a lady who is fond of him." Drav drew Steffon's attention
back to the matter at hand.
Steffon reached down to retrieve the whip. "I don't give a damn what he
thinks about me. Being blind for so long pretty much, saw to it I have a very
thick hide. But if he is willing to slight me, then that is a slight to my
master. And I can't let that sit. Before the priestess helped to give me my
sight back, he was the one that stood for you as well as me, because he knew I
couldn't. Well now I can, and I am going to make damn sure everyone knows it.
No one slights you, or him. And talking to me like Karl just did, was a slight
to my master, and I won't let it stand. Now come on, he might be rude and all,
but he did have a point, let's see to it that this snake wishes he had never
stuck his head up from what ever rock he had been hiding under."
The whistle of the whip was not quite as sharp as it had been when Drav
had wielded it, but the muffled scream that burst from Averix was almost as
loud. "Not bad, Master. I think you might have a natural talent for this." He
chuckled as the whip came down again, this time the welt crossing one of the
five he had first lay down, breaking the skin where it did. "First blood, good,
he needs to bleed a lot for what he did."
Averix was screaming almost continuously as Steffon worked the whip down
and then back up his back two more times. The blood was dripping from each welt
and cut as Steffon turned a deaf ear to the noise the man was making, ignoring
the tears that flowed down his face as he continued to whip him.
Jerrick caught his hand. "Enough baby, you made your point. There is
no doubt to him or any of them in this room that you can and will defend your
Lover with all you have." He took Caytin's rod from him, trying to pull him
close.
"No!" Steffon pulled away launching himself at Averix. "Nothing is ever
going to be enough. Not until he is dead, and even then it still isn't enough."
His nails clawed at the burned flesh of Averix's face, digging deep furrows in
it, before Jerrick and Drav could restrain him. "Please, let me kill him. He
needs to die for what he did." He was fighting mindlessly.
"And he will, baby, he will." Jerrick gathered him as tight as he
could. His Lover might be young, and not as strong as he was, but maddened like
he was, it was a hard thing. "Steffon!" he took a chance that that name would
reach him in his maddened state. "Be still."
Nothing happened for a moment, then as if the very sound of his name
sunk in, the madness left his eyes, and he fell back against Jerrick sobbing.
"I'm sorry Master, I don't know what happened."
"You finally came up against something that was so wrong in your heart
and soul that you could just not accept." Kerfan, Caytin and Donnel moved
close, all three had joined forces to use what little projective empathic
ability that was common in their families. "Don't worry about it Steff. It was
bound to happen eventually. Sooner or later, even the most gentle of men reach
a point that they can just no longer stand back, silent and do nothing." Kerfan
looked at Jerrick. "Are you listening to me?"
Jerrick was so glad to have Steffon sane again. He almost didn't hear
the question. "Master?"
"I asked are you listening to me?"
"Yes, Master."
"You will not punish your Lover in anyway for what just happened, nor
will you tell your mistress what just occurred."
Jerrick looked up at Kerfan. "Not punishing him, goes without saying.
But Master, if my lady asks, and I don't tell her everything. I don't want to
go through what my master did."
"If she asks, you tell her I forbade you from saying anything, and if
she had a problem with it, she was to take it up with me. You are a slave. I
am free. You have to obey me."
Jerrick could hide behind that. If Trinna got irritated at him, he
could blame it on her father. Yes, he could do that, and do it gladly. "Yes,
Master."
"Well, now that, that little problem is taken care of, shall we go back
to dealing with a much larger one?" Caytin was willing to wait to whip him
again for a little time, but now, his consort had been eight when he was taken
and brutalized. It was time for a little like for like.
Averix lifted his head as the approach, whimpering behind the gag,
shaking his head, they could not mean to whip him more. He would have passed
out some time back from the pain, but he knew that he couldn't. They would not
let him.
"I think he had enough of the whip for a little while, don't you all
agree?" Caytin began to work the pulleys and bars to bend him over even more.
"You probably don't remember a little slave that had been only a child when he
was taken. You gave him to Drav back then when my Lover's third consort was
still in your keeping. I find it somewhat ironic that he was all of eight when
he was first raped by one of your people, no older when he, was, raped by you.
And here you are, with a body, that part of it any way, that has been returned
to that age. Shall we see how much pleasure you get out of it this time when it
is you that is on the receiving end."
Averix began to shake his head wildly, trying to scream, to plead
perhaps. No one cared. There was not a man in the room that did not want to
see him, pay, to suffer, to die.
"So Fain, love, at anytime was a lubricant used with you?" Caytin knew
the answer, but was willing to play it out for the benefit of the monster.
Letting him know what was coming his way, each step of the way.
"Yes, but not before Drav became my Dom. Almost six cycles of nothing
but hell no mercy, no kindness. And Drav was beat when he showed me any."
Fain's voice in the back ground cold and so full of hate that is was almost a
physical blow. "Did you contact our mistress?"
"Yes, unfortunately, we can't mark them as much as I would like, but
that does not mean that they will escape a good strapping. And as Jerrick said,
she doesn't care what we do with the rest of his genitals, just his balls." He
leaned over parting the now and forever, virgin, cheeks. "I have never much
cared for anything under fifteen, but for you, I will make an exception." He
forced himself in with one thrust. Closing his eyes at Averix's screams muffled
though they were. "I am going to have to seriously speak to my mistress, about
a plan she had right before the raid, she was considering taking the breeding
age from fifteen to thirteen. I am really going to see what I can do to
encourage her in looking at that plan again. But not thirteen, Goddess, a
thirteen is still too much a child, but perhaps fourteen might be acceptable."
He thrust down again. Grinding his hips against Averix's up-turned ass, hand
reaching down below his victim's legs to begin to caress him, almost as a gentle
lover would.
It made to sense to Averix. They were, in the process of torturing him
to death. And this fool was showing a weakness by taking pity on him. He
should have waited t deal with the Merican's after taking these bitches and
their petty 'goddess' down. Had he done that, what slaves he would have? Even
before that damned bitch stood by and let them scar his face and take his sight.
There were such fine looking pieces here, and not all of them had been male.
Caytin had pretty much surmised what he was thinking by his feeling.
"Love?" He looked up to where Jerrick sat, holding Steffon.
Jerrick looked up from where he and Drav had been soothing his young and
very traumatized Lover. "Sir?"
"Why don't you come over here and help me. After all, we are all men
here, and we all know compassion. Let him have at least a moment's pleasure in
his pain." Caytin made a slow slicing gesture across his neck with his left
hand as his right was still working on Averix's very long and hard dick. "Don't
you agree? One last time before he is no longer able to feel anything but
pain."
Jerrick nodded. Oh yes he understood all to well. "Drav, honey, take
your master, and make sure you keep telling him that he has done nothing wrong,
that fuck earned ever thing he got."
He paused at a table, searching through several drawers before he found
what he was looking for. He slid the knife in his waistband.
"An impressive sight don't you agree?" Caytin squeezed so slightly.
"Seen better. They might have the length, but it took Drav a good half
moon to get to the point that he wasn't afraid of mine." Jerrick's hands joined
Caytin's on Averix's erection.
"That is true, but it is the blossom that flowers out of them as they
surrender that is so very lovely. You have to admit that." *Mistress, we are
going to need a Healer very soon. * He sent out the silent summons for help.
*Trinna is here with me, a little upset. But all in all she, is,
holding up much better than I thought she would be. What do you need her for
Cay? *
*I'm about to cut from him that flower that will grow from him at
orgasm. I still haven't decided which is best to do. Make him eat it, or do
like we are doing with his balls and have it dipped in silver so Drav can wear
it on a chain around his throat. Or, perhaps, to the leash link on his collar.
So they are forever, on, display by the true prince of what was done to the
murderer of his people. *
*That works. She is on her way, if you can only keep him from spoiling
it all by letting him end his too soon. *
"I just spoke to my lady, she is sending yours down to check on him. We
have been ordered, to, present him still alive. To the Temple priestess's that
comes for him tomorrow. She will probably be popping in and out off and on for
most of the night." He pulled away very abruptly. "This is a waste of my time.
I am not like him, I get no pleasure out of the thought of forcing myself on a
child, even if it is not a child at all, but his body feels like it is."
"Cay, May I?" Fain stood there, already undressed, his cock pulsating,
a small drop of pre-cum already leaking from the head.
"Go on dear, of all of us here, you, Drav and Shern have the most right
to this." He continued with Jerrick to stroke and tease Averix, even as the man
screamed out again as, Fain raped him. There was no other word for what Fain
was doing to him.
His screams hit an even higher note and Fain reached down, passing their
hands to squeeze and twist his balls viciously. "You remember how you got such
a kick out of doing that to me, you fuck? Feels good don't it?" Again the hand
closed hard and the wrist twisted. If it had not been for the fact that Averix
was locked to the rack, he would have gone to his knees.
"You know something Jerrick, I do not think he is enjoying himself at
all. We have been standing here for several minutes, and he has yet to even
harden"
He looked down at the flaccid piece in his hands. "You know, Master, I
think you're right." He growled going to his knees before the man on the rack.
"I am going to spend the nest three hours cleaning my mouth. I'd rather blow a
dog than this thing." He closed his eyes, and stuck his tongue out to begin to
bathe the head of Averix's flaccid penis.
It was slow work. Every time he began to even start to respond, another
rape and more pain. Finally Jerrick pulled back. "Look, give me help here
fella's, It's damn hard to get him hard if every time he starts to respond,
someone starts to go at him again. Just a few minutes, I promise."
They all stood there in silence watching what was going on, each of them
trying to figure out why Jerrick would be doing something like this.
Finally Jerrick pulled away, the length was like all those of his race
and very striking. "Here Master, could you please keep it up and running, I got
to go get some wine, anything to get the taste out of my mouth."
Xavier grabbed his arm as he passed by. "What was that all about?"
Jerrick touched the knife that still was in the back of his pants. "My
master is going to shorten him, by a good two or three inches soon enough. I
don't know if you have seen or heard of my consort or master Kerfan's Lover, but
they are built just a little differently."
Xavier shook his head, laughing low and cruelly. "Haven't seen the
boy's in action, or at least not before today when Kerfan went out of his way to
make sure that thing saw to it that he knew how much he had failed. But you are
right. They are just a bit different from us, and a pretty difference it is."
Jerrick reached for the wine decanter. "Yeah, it is. Been living with
that pretty difference for the last near moon." He poured him a very large
glass. "It's going to be forever before I get the taste of him our of my
mouth."
The older man looked at him with concern on his face. "Was it 'that'
bad, boy?"
Jerrick shook his head. "Didn't really taste any different than Drav.
But where, my consort's sweetness is welcome to me. That only sickens me."
Xavier nodded. "Go to Donnel, see what he can do to help you. Surely,
if anyone knows how to help you forge what you just had to do, he does."
Jerrick watched as Trinna entered the room again. "Maybe later, but
right now, I need to see to my lady." He put the glass down.
Trinna just shook her head at the condition that Averix was in. "So, I
take it that the men of our house are seeing to it that he is paying?" She held
her hand to Jerrick.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Before the Temple comes for him in the morning, I
think he'll be willing, even glad to go. What exactly did you do to him? I was
not here, for his face and all."
"I healed the burns, cursed him and not only forbid him from hiding in
oblivion, but seeking insanity. Though I am not sure my power is going to be
strong enough to bar his retreat into madness for much longer, not with what is
to come. I'm only a journeyman after all. But for now, it is my will that
blocks his escape."
Jerrick whistled low. "Remind me, Mistress, never to piss you off."
She patted his cheek. "What, those piercings weren't enough of a
warning for you?" She let him hold her tight for a moment. "Let me get this
over with love. The sooner it is done, the sooner I can leave again. While I
am here, I need to see to it that he does not bleed to death from the loss of
his testicles. This is the last time I want to return. As is I think I am
going to need a week long bath to make me feel clean again."
Caytin looked up from what he was doing as he was trying to keep Averix
aroused but not to the point of release. "Ah, Lady, am I glad to see you."
"Let Drav come and help with this. It is him and his sister that are
going to benefit from this after all."
Jerrick looked up to where Drav still sat with Steffon. "Baby, send
your Lover here for a moment. Our mistress is right. He is the one that should
have the right to do this. God knows he has earned it."
Drav kissed Steffon one last time before pulling away to hurry to where
the three stood before Averix. "Mistress?"
Jerrick pressed the knife in his hands. "Ssshh, don't spoil anything
yet honey, just be ready. You'll know what to do soon enough."
Averix's whimpered as he felt another hand on him. This was not a man,
he knew well enough the difference. A woman now touched him. But why, what
possible reason could they have to allow a woman to do this?
"Silence." Trinna snarled at him, as he, gift, stirred in her again.
"Just enjoy the first and last pleasure you will ever have in our keep." She
triggered his orgasm. Listening to his strangled cry as his hips spasmed. His
organ expanding, flowing as he gave into what he was feeling. It was by far the
most complete and glorious orgasm he had ever felt. It also felt like it was
going to last forever. The waves continued to roll out of him as his head fell
back.
Jerrick grabbed the flower as Averix tried to thrust forward in the
middle of his glory. "Here take this." He handed the knife to Drav. "You know
what to do."
Drav with two fingers from his right hand grasped a petal like feeler as
his left sliced down quickly, severing it forever from the man.
The wonderful, unbelievable pleasure that Averix had been feeling
suddenly became agony as the part of him, not just the sheath but the real organ
was severed from him. He screamed behind the gag, and continued to scream, as
the pain was never ending.
"Now, Drav, his balls. The sooner we get this done, the sooner our lady
can get out of here." Jerrick took the bloody thing from him.
'NO!' Averix had never wanted to die, pass out or loose himself in
insanity more before in his life than what he did right then. It was not enough
that he was being tortured that he was to die. No, they were un-manning him
first.
"Oh, yes." Drav spat at him as he gripped his balls. "How many times
did you do this to slaves in your keep? Most of them nothing but children." He
didn't just cut up in one easy motion, but slowly began to saw them from his
body. One side then the second, separating the two. Seeing to it that there
was enough skin at he top that if they were made into something other than studs
they would have a place to punch the hole for the hoop. "Your daughter is going
to love these, Master. I know my little sister. If anyone ever earned part of
his worthless hide to use of jewelry, it is she." He handed the two bloody
balls and their sac's to Caytin.
Trinna was there at once. Stopping the bleeding, healing the severed
arteries and veins that had been cut in the process of removing what had been
his manhood. "The sheath is just that, a sheath. Now that the organ and
testicles are gone, he is no longer really a he, but truly an 'it'." She took
the three offerings from Caytin. "I will give these to Kaj. She can do what
ever it is she had planned for them. This time, when I leave here, I will not
be coming back for anything less than to make sure that he doesn't die before
the Temple gets a hold of him. Please, Cay, don't make me have to come back."
Caytin kissed the top of her forehead. "I won't Trin. And no matter
how much he deserves it, I won't let anyone else take his life either. Go on,
get a bath. Your men shouldn't be but just a few more hours."
After Trinna left, the men stood around the pathetic thing that had once
been the cause of so much fear and pain. "Well, what else do you suggest we do?
His organ is gone, his balls as well. I know for a fact that each and everyone
of us have raped him at least once. And I don't know about you, but I am going
to all but scour the skin off my manhood before I let it get anywhere near my
mistress."
Rook who had been up to that point quiet, looked up. "Caytin, how long
would it take to heat a brand in the fire?"
"Half and hour or so, if you want to make it permanent, why?"
"He branded Emily in so many places. My sister is dead, but she was
still my sister. Miri is wed to Tallin who is not only yours but my mistress's
son. You didn't know her, she died a long time ago, but family is family, and
what happens to any family member is never forgotten or forgiven." There were
tears standing in his dark blue eyes.
Caytin moved to gather him close. "Of course not. Forgive me love, in
the midst of seeking revenge for those that are still alive, I had forgotten to
see to it that it pay for those that were taken from us."
Rook let him hold him. "I was so young, Miri and I both were, but I
will never forget what he did to her. It still haunts my nightmares."
Caytin stroked his hair as he trembled against him. "If my son were
here, it would be him that saw to it that, that thing pay for the pain he cause
his new family, but as he is not, I will gladly stand in his stead."
* * *
It was several hours later before the men finally decided that Averix
had paid as much as he could hope to pay to them. The barrier that Trinna had
placed between him and insanity had, with the introduction of fire oil to the
burned tissue of his rectum, snapped, and he no longer was aware of who or where
or even what he was.
Steffon had not been the only one to surprise the men of the Men's
Quarters with his violent reaction to Averix. Both Donnel and Toby, who were
usually the most meek and timid of creatures were almost as violent as Steffon
had been with him. They could never enter the ranks of the fertile men in Kaj's
home, but with the adoption on their daughters. They had joined the ranks of
the fathers. It was because of their new status as fathers that they had
responded as any man fertile or bedwarmer of the Dane's and saw to it that they
let the monster know to some degree, what their pain was.
Tam, the youngest of them all, had to finally be restrained by Kerfan as
he just cut at him with the whip, sobbing. His son Boxey had been, raped by
this thing. And so Tam wanted to hurt him like his son had been hurt.
"You think Tam is going to be okay, Master?" Jerrick wanted nothing
more than to go, take his two and go home. But since Kerfan had to restrain
Tam, the boy had been almost comatose.
Caytin nodded. "Even with as much as the boy hates that thing, he has
to understand, that there is nothing more we can do to him that will have any
impact. Even killing him now wouldn't matter. The thing was mad to begin with,
but he is now truly insane. Madness can be punished. Insanity, no, there is
nothing more that we can do to or for that thing. Deep down Tam knows this. It
will only take him a little time to come to terms with it."
"Well, if I can make a suggestion Master, maybe it would probably be
better to keep an eye on him until the priestesses take it out of here. The boy
has suffered enough, having to try to help his son come to terms with what has
happened to him. I would hate to think of him having to be punished for killing
the thing before the Temple gets to him."
"He is with Kerfan and Shern. Xavier and Karl have taken it upon
themselves to keep an eye on Donnel and Toby. So don't worry. No one is going
to do anything foolish tonight." He felt Jerrick's arms tighten around him.
"Go on to your mistress, beloved. She needs you now." One last kiss before he
let the younger man go. "And remember what Kerfan told you."
"Master, I wouldn't have told her, even if he hadn't put me in a safe
place for not telling her. I take it back. I would rather be cut to ribbons
than see the look she would have knowing that that think had caused Steff as
much pain as it did."
Caytin smiled touching his cheek. "Is there any wonder why I love you
so? Now, go before I take it into my head to keep you here with me for just a
little while longer."
