Slave Trade - Filling the Order
Slave Trade
Filling the Order
copyright 2013 comidacomida
If the Hosting had been a mass of confusing chaos then the morning two days later was not very far off. The day had moved fast enough to leave Sidney's head spinning as he oversaw the departure of Choel and Olnyr. The tiger had expressed his excitement throughout the morning, mentioning more than once that a stud had no work to do save the obvious and he was looking forward to a chance to 'do his duty' in a method other than the way in which he'd been serving Lord Hector for the last few years. Olnyr managed to keep himself composed much more neutrally, though the way in which the large gladiator's loin cloth fell led Sidney to believe that the Bison was just as excited.
Only minutes after the tiger and bison had been seen off, Sidney was called to bring Dorias to one of the holding pens on Lord Hector's property that usually went unused. The fox obediently went to the indicated spot, finding that there was a cougar awaiting him. The feline identified himself as an indentured slave master of one of the winning Lords, and, in few words, indicated that he'd been waiting for Sidney and Dorias.
At the cougar's direction, Sidney led Dorias into the holding pen, and only then did the visiting slave master call to the female yak. She emerged from where she had been sitting, unseen in the shade of the holding bin's only structure, a simple wooden lean-to. The female appeared young, and had the assets that Sidney had heard once were sought in a breeding cow-- wide hips and a sturdy body. The fox wouldn't have described her in the traditional sense of 'pretty' but, to a slave owner, she had the build that suggested she would be good at field work and child bearing; that kind of combination was decidedly attractive.
Following Sidney into the fenced-off area, the cougar went straight to the female yak and, taking hold of the hemp cord looped loosely around her neck, he led her over to what appeared to be some kind of cross-bar post. The fox had seen the wooden stands used to tie feral horses to and he couldn't help but notice the similarity. The construct itself would have come up to Sidney's sternum but, as the female yak stood next to it, he realized that it barely reached her belly button.
Like a hitching post, the wooden contraption had two thick posts securely driven into the ground but, unlike the wooden bar where reins were secured, the posts at the middle of the the fenced area were topped with a broad wooden plate, slightly indented in the center. Without pause, the cougar bent the female yak over so that her stomach was resting on the wooden plane. With the practiced ease of a slave master used to the process, he hoisted up her loincloth and rested it on her back, baring her underside.
"She'll be ready in a minute." he directed, and his paw disappeared between her legs. The female's expression hinted at what he was doing for only a moment before the look of disgust left her face and her features returned to dispassionate uncaring. "Well?" the other slave master called to Sidney, "Prep the male." he motioned with he free paw to Dorias, who was standing neutrally at the entrance to the paddock.
The fox glanced around until he saw what appeared to be a bench. "Okay, um... Dorias..." and Sidney motioned to it. Letting go of the yak's lead, he walked with the older slave to the bench and waited as Dorias looped up the golden cord trailing from his nose ring. The fox nodded when the slave took a seat, "I guess you..." he started, but the yak was already unclipping his waist wrap, "...okay." Sidney acknowledged once Dorias had the cloth removed from his groin. "...and I guess I..." Dorias simply nodded in response, and glanced past the fox toward the female yak, who was bent over the posts.
"I'm thinkin' she don' care for 'er Slave Master's touch all that much." he flicked an ear, eyes focused on her and not Sidney; the fox was grateful for that much.
"Probably not." Sidney acknowledged, staring at the loose, furry folds of the yak's sheath. Although the fox had seen Dorias naked on many occasions he had rarely any reason to be up so close, and the finer details of the slave's endowments were much more obvious. Dorias spread his legs a little further apart as the fox knelt down, and Sidney blinked a few times to clear the tears from his eyes as he was assailed by the masculine musk from the yak's groin.
Sidney started by gently cupping Dorias' broad, weighty sack. Holding a testicle in either hand, the fox hefted them slightly, each about the size of a Laranian potato, and roughly the same shape, albeit, a little thicker around the middle. Sidney gently rolled them around in his palm even as he wondered in the back of his mind how the yak was able to walk; in the end, he simply attributed it to the slackness of the slave's scrotum and devoted himself to focusing more on his work. The fox watched Dorias' thigh muscles tense and then relax, twitching as Sidney's skilled paws stroked their way further up to his sheath.
"Thank ye, Slave Master." Dorias noted, letting out a huff through his nose.
"Uh..." Sidney paused, "for what?"
"For not bein' that cougar."
Sidney looked up at Dorias' comment and saw the cougar swatting the female cow on the rump. Her expression remained blank, but it didn't take a mind reader to see that she was not pleased with the treatment. "Oh..." the fox acknowledged, "When I was learning to be a..." he paused, "a pleasure slave, the trainers mentioned that certain kinds of stimulation could cause certain reactions in people, and not all of of them were pleasurable." Still watching the spectacle, Sidney watched as a few errant droplets of fluid fell from the female's spread legs.
"Guess so." Dorias acknowledged, no longer looking at the female... which meant, Sidney realized, the yak was looking at him. Suddenly feeling just a little self conscious, the fox pulled down on the slave's sheath, resulting in several inches of yak flesh emerging into the open air. Dorias inhaled through his teeth, "Or like that." It took a moment for Sidney to catch the reference, but the faint shiver that went through the yak answered it for him; Dorias found the sudden attention to his member quite acceptable. The slave nodded simply, and cleared his throat, the nares of his nostrils reddening just a little.
Sidney slowly stood, making sure to keep his eyes off of the rapidly growing member between Dorias' legs. The cougar glanced their way and nodded, "Good... we're ready then." and moved over to the female, placing his damp paw on the back of her head and forcing her face down toward the ground, "Does your Master prefer pull position, push position, or spaced stance for his breeding slaves? The fox paused at the question and the astute cougar was very fast to pick up on the hesitation, "First breeding, huh?"
"Yea." Sidney admitted.
The cougar scowled at that and then sighed, "Fine... did he tell you how to handle your slave?" he paused as Dorias walked by, member firm, and swinging side-to-side with each stride, "Are you SURE this is your first time breeding slaves?" he drummed his fingers atop the female's head, "They must train you pretty damn good then."
The fox shrugged in response, "I know my way around a body." he offered in as casual and subtle manner as he could manage.
"Guess so." the cougar acknowledged flatly, "Alright then... so if your Master hasn't given you any direction I guess that's my job." he motioned, "I'm gonna take Twenty-Four's lead and go back behind the male... you take his cord and bring it over her horns... it'll make it easier for him to thrust and if I need to I can use the lead to pull her back into him." The simple mechanical explanation the cougar gave chilled Sidney; it almost felt like he was back in training to be a sex slave.
Mentally shaking the thought from his head, the fox nodded, "Okay." and, with that, he took position by the female's head as the cougar walked back around to where Dorias was already positioning himself. Sidney couldn't get the best view, but, as the yak shifted his stance, he did see him holding his thick flesh in one hand, and then it disappeared out of the fox's view behind the female. A moment later she started forward and her eyes went large; Sidney could tell that Dorias had hit home.
From his vantage in front of the female, the fox saw that Dorias had fully mounted her. With one hand on either side of her hip, the older yak was barreling into her from behind, pushing forward with his pelvis just as surely as he was pulling her back to meet his thrusts. "Yea..." the cougar noted from behind, glancing toward their joined sexes, "I think he's got a pretty good handle on things." The fox didn't miss the fact that the other slave master had a healthy sized tent in his leggings; he didn't bother responding to the cougar's comment.
Although the female's hands had been grasping the support poles with a white-knuckle grip at first, they had slackened some after Dorias' initial thrusts. A soft, moaning moo rolled out of her muzzle as her fingers began to twitch, her black fingernails digging against the wood. Eventually, Dorias didn't even have to pull against her; she willingly pushed her her hips backward to meet each of his thrusts. Her second moan was the stuff that sex slaves had to be taught to imitate, and a thin line of saliva escaped her muzzle as she craned her head back, moaning even more powerfully as Doras continued pounding into her.
Sidney stood, transfixed at the sight, his own flesh well out of his sheath as Dorias grunted with each thrust, his own salva creating a frothy foam around his lips. His eyes were closed at that point, one hand gripping the female's tail, the other resting on her back, his thrusts picking up speed, each one more powerful than the last. His breath came out as powerful, bellow-like blasts from his nose, occasionally as a tight hiss through his clenched teeth every few thrusts.
The female cried out a hearty bellow from deep in her chest, her hands immediately gripping onto the posts again as she shivered visibly. Even from his position in front of the mating yaks Sidney saw copious amounts of her female fluids dribble down the insides of her her legs. He could see droplets fall down from the fur on Dorias' swinging sac and drip freely from his plunging member each time he pushed back in. A damp spot was rapidly forming on the otherwise dusty ground, creating a dark splotch beneath their joined sexes.
Dorias' thrusts picked up speed and became erratic. The male finally bellowed out his release and, even though he buried himself to the hilt, it was like a flood gate opened, and the fluids surged out from the stuffed female. If the dribbling juices had been raining down before, then the resulting expulsion from her became a full blow deluge as Dorias' seed overflowed and covered the ground in a blanket of sticky white. The gladiator held his position for only a few seconds before disengaging, and his shaft emerged from her with a slick, audible pop, followed by a gushing waterfall as his excess semen cascaded out of her.
"Good." acknowledged the cougar, "There's a sponge and bucket over there." he indicated with one paw, the other stuck down inside his trousers, "Don't go anywhere." he indicated to the female, who was still slumped across the wooden breeding bar.
Dorias cleared his throat and casually returned to Sidney, his back to the slave master and female, "I'm thinkin' Lord 'ector's 'avin' another one brought 'ere t'morrow, Ser." he spoke casually, and without regard for the fact that the cougar had taken his place, sliding himself up behind the prone female yak.
Sidney tried to focus on the bucket the feline had indicated, which sat just inside the shade of the lean-to. The fox knelt down and picked up the bucket, which was filled with herb-scented water and a sponge. He made his way back to Dorias, who was seated once again on the bench, scowling as he watched the cougar start thrusting; the female had since returned to her stoic posture and expression, eyes looking down at the ground rather than toward Sidney or Dorias; he recognized that expression all too well.
"Do you think her master will be happy with him doing that after she's been bred?" the fox asked, kneeling down to take Dorias' semi-flacid flesh into one paw before picking the sponge up with his other.
"Probably wouldn't be too 'appy if 'e was tryin' t'follow-up in th' same 'ole..." Dorias commented, then hissed through his teeth as Sidney applied the cooled water to his penis via an experimental brush of the sponge.
"Sorry." Sidney apologized, then, pausing, he glanced back at the other slave master to see if the cougar had noticed him apologizing to a slave-- the feline was too busy thrusting to be paying the fox any attention. He watched for a moment, and realized that Dorias was correct; the slave master wasn't using the same hole. "Ugh..." he noted to himself in a quiet voice and then went back to cleaning Dorias' member before it had a chance to fully retract.
"Thank ye, Sidney." the yak offered calmly as he placed a hand on either of Sidney's shoulders. Dorias stood, pulling the fox up to a standing position in the process. The bull stooped to collect his waist-wrap and put it back in place.
"You're welcome." the slave master smiled, putting the sponge back into the pail, "It's not like it's the hardest thing to clean."
"I wasn't talkin' about that, Ser." the yak noted, and the discussion was interrupted by the sound of the female bleating out in pain. Sidney turned to regard the rutting cougar, who had dug his claws into the yak's flank, and grinned at the tightness around his member that likely resulted. Dorias lowered his voice for the next words, "I mean thank ye for bein' better'n a lot o'others."
"Oh..." Sidney acknowledged, his tail drooping as he headed for the holding pin's gate, "you're welcome for that too." The two said nothing to one another as they made their way back to the stables. The fox knew that Dorias would be called upon for a repeat performance that evening with the female yak, and he had no plans to have the older slave do any further work that day aside from the temporary 'assigned duty'.
Once they returned to the stables, Sidney saw that Maern was as busy as ever going through his routine of movements, stances, and actions. The fox sent Dorias inside for some time to relax, and then, after exchanging nods with the training stallion, found his own way into the building where Tharis was connecting several metal rods together in a manner which confused the slave master. "What's that?" he inquired of the old bull.
"Cooking stand." Tharis answered gruffly, "The Master sent it."
Sidney nodded and left the discussion at that, sitting down on a hay bail as he watched the slave methodically connect different metal pieces together. The fox realized by the third or fourth connection that he would have been completely lost, and yet the old bull didn't seem to have any trouble at all, consistently adding to it, pushing and twisting the pieces together until they made a snug, firm *snick*. After nearly twenty minutes of being watch, Tharis looked up from his work.
"Almost done." he noted, and held up a tripod of metal with a flat top just the right side to fit a cauldron. Tharis kept the stand in one hand, the other holding a up a thin metal rod, "Here." he indicated, offering the final piece to the fox. "Uh... okay." Sidney acknowledged, taking the worked metal with a sense of curiosity. He looked it over, ears up as he inspected the tiny grooves at either end.
"There." Tharis stated, motioning with a large finger to one side of the almost-finished tripod. Sidney looked where indicated, noticing that there was a missing bar. "Finish it." the bull suggested, setting the worked metal stand down next to the fire pit.
Sidney moved from the hay to the ground, kneeling down beside the metal stand and inspected the open spot where he knew the bar was supposed to go. He looked at the metal he held in his paw, and turned it a half turn so that the notches were facing down, and then, with careful focus, he slid the rod in place. "Good." the bull praised, "Now push."
The fox paused, looking down at the addition he made to the stand. Taking Tharis' advice to heart, Sidney pushed down on the length of metal and jumped in surprise when it released a *snick*, confirming that it had snapped into place. Sidney smiled, "Wow..." the slave master gripped the stand and gently flexed his arms; the tripod didn't move even an inch; it was far heavier than it looked.
Tharis reached over him and picked it up with one arm then gingerly placed it into the fire pit. He stood, went to the corner, then came back after retrieving the cauldron. "Done." the old bull noted with certainty, settling it in place atop the stand.
"It looks good." Sidney smiled, crossing him arms in appreciation for the newest addition to the stables. He also didn't mind the break from the trials and tribulations of the day, but that break did not last long.
"Sardassi tonight." Tharis noted, eyes on the metal cooking stand. Despite the vague nature of his comment, the meaning was not lost on the fox.
"I know." the slave master nodded, his throat tightening at the thought, "Are... are you going to be ready?" he wasn't exactly sure which answer he was hoping to hear, but either way it wouldn't matter; Lord Hector's decree was final. "No." Tharis answered simply, sitting down on the bail of hay Sidney had vacated a few moments before, "The Master has all he needs from me."
Sidney paused, "Then why is--" but, at that moment, the obvious answer clicked, and he spoke the same time Tharis did, "Maern."
* * * * * *
Lord Hector showed up at the stables just after the slaves had finished their meal. Dinner was quiet without Choel and Olnyr; most of the discussion was in Vensian and in subdued tones between Dorias and Maern. Sidney had no idea what the two talked about and he wasn't sure if the unpleasant distractions in his mind were more due to that, or due to the fact that he was going to subject the stallion to the Sardassi.
"Dorias?" Sidney called.
"Aye, Sidney?" the yak looked his way, ears up.
The fox spoke the question he felt needed to be answered, "Ask Maern if he knows what a Sardassi is."
"Huus cona hua si 'Sardassi'?" Dorias inquired.
Maern shrugged, and responded casually, "Koss... ov ih eril Tenviana."
" 'e said 'no, but it sounds Tenverian.'." the yak translated.
"Oh..." the fox bobbed his head in confirmation, "Well... it is."
Maern scooted closer to the fox, cocking his head to the side as he observed Sidney, "Wat es rong, Sid-ney?" the stallion questioned, "You..." he glanced to Dorias and spoke a few words questioningly.
"Look." Dorias responded.
"You look bad." Maern finished his question.
"I'm fine." Sidney responded, then stood, and showed himself out of the stable leaving several confused slaves looking after him. The fox really needed a few minutes to clear his thoughts and he figured some time outside the stables would help. He was wrong.
"Good evening, Sidney." Lord Hector greeted the slave master. The stag was strolling across the lawn toward him. "Good evening, Master." the fox immediately bowed, pushing his troubled mind back into place to address the stag's every need.
"I am here for you and Maern." Lord Hector stated in a straight-forward manner.
"Of course, Master." Sidney bowed again, "I am here... and... Maern is inside." he thumbed over his shoulder toward the door.
"Excellent." the elk inclined his head slightly, "Would you gather him and Dorias and bring them back here please?"
"Yes, Master." the fox acknowledged immediately and went straight back inside. "Dorias... Maern... come." it was all he had to say; both slaves obediently stood and followed him back outside. Presenting himself and the two slaves before their Master, Sidney stood between them, "I have your slaves here, Lord Hector." he acknowledged formally.
"Excellent." the stag confirmed, "Walk with me please." and, with that, the stag started off toward the back of the manor; Sidney didn't miss that it was the general direction of the work shed.
Lord Hector was silent for the first several steps before he decided to speak up, "Sidney... I trust all went well this morning with Lord Vetor's representative and his slave?"
"Yes, Master." the fox acknowledged, not bothering to get into specifics.
"Good." the stag nodded, "I have Finneas waiting by the holding pen to supervise tonight's breeding."
The reasoning behind his Master's decision was lost to Sidney, but he wasn't about to object, "Yes, Master."
"Lord Talvin will be by tomorrow to collect you, and I will have Finneas see to Dorias' breeding tomorrow as well."
Sidney nodded, unable to decide how he should feel about the declaration, "Yes, Master." the fox acknowledged, accepting that it didn't matter because his thoughts didn't factor into his Master's plans.
Lord Hector came to a stop and nodded, motioning to Finneas, who was waiting by a section of shrubberies. The mouse came obediently and took Dorias' lead from Sidney; the fox let him go, remaining focused on the stag, who hadn't finished talking, "Tonight, however, I would like you filling the Lords' and Ladies' orders based on the bids for Maern."
"As you wish, Master." Sidney bowed his head.
Lord Hector turned to Maern and began speaking. The stallion, ears up, remained staring at the stag throughout the directions, nodding every now and again and offering up an obedient "Iya." when prompted. Once the instruction came to an end, Maern raised a fist to his own chest and struck it audibly, "Min Sarul, Lord Hek-tor."
"Min Sarul, Maern." the stag confirmed with a nod of his head, then turned back to Sidney, holding out a key. The fox accepted it with a nod. "Very well, Sidney..." his Master announced, "I leave the rest up to you." and, with that, Lord Hector about-faced and proceeded back toward his manor. Sidney would have objected but he was too obedient, too loyal, and too good a slave to say anything. Swallowing the rapidly developing sense of dread, the slave master led the oblivious stallion to the 'slaughter'.
* * * * * *
The work shed was just as imposing as Sidney remembered it. The fox swallowed the knot forming in his throat as he closed the door, turning to regard Maern, who was staring curiously at the Sardassi. The stallion looked at the slave master and motioned to the inactive stone slab, "Soma?" the big horse asked.
"It's... it's stone." Sidney answered, not truly understanding the question.
Maern moved over to the inactive device, reaching a hand out and brushing his fingers across its surface. The stallion was far from shaggy, but Sidney watched the horse's short fur stand on end, almost giving him the impression of such. "It's the Sardassi." Sidney explained, moving over to the storage cabinet as Maern continued examining the device with his eyes only. The fox admired just how smart the stallion was for not touching it again.
Once the slave master had the container of goo and the leather rag, he looked to Maern, "Okay..." he paused, trying to figure out the best way to convey what he wanted to say, "Um... take off your... loin cloth." Sidney pointed at the stallion's waist. Maern circled once, turning to look at the spot of the room behind him, then looked back to Sidney and spoke a few words, motioning with his thumb to the corner.
"No... no..." Sidney shook his head, "Cloth... cloth." he tugged on his own loin cloth, "Take off your loin cloth."
Maern spoke again in Vensian, obviously uncertain as to the fox's meaning. "What... 'loin cloth'?" he managed to speak in Prossian.
Feeling all of his fur puff up at once, Sidney realized there was one best way to resolve the situation. Moving over to the stallion, the fox reached for the rope holding up Maern's waist wrap, and skillfully parted it; the horse's meager clothing fell to the ground.
Sidney wasn't sure whether Maern was going to be angry, displeased, or surprise at being undressed, but his response was not what the fox had expected. "Oh." the stallion commented, then nodded his head, acknowledging "Loin cloth."
The slave master grit his teeth, feeling ill at ease over what was to be done. In Tharis' case, the bull was readily familiar with what was going to happen but with Maern, the stallion didn't know what to expect and there was no way to explain it to him. In the end, however, Sidney realized that it wasn't his decision as to what would happen to the slave; his place was to follow his Master's orders... and hope for the best.
"Maern." the fox called, pulling the curious stallion's attention back to him and away from the faint, almost hungry hum of the Sardassi. Maern looked to Sidney, and to the bottle he had picked up. "You need to clean yourself." he noted, holding the bottle out.
"Clean?" the stallion asked. It was a word Sidney was sure Maern knew, "Clean what?" the horse clarified, popping the top of the container and sniffing tentatively at the contents. He made a face, but obediently kept hold of it. "Yourself." Sidney responded, motioning clearly to the stallion's groin.
Thankfully, the fox didn't have to go into any further detail; Maern mercifully understood and, not only did he realize what was required, he also didn't ask for any clarification or voice any objection. Sidney continued preparing the equipment and inspected the Sardassi (giving it a wide berth as he did so). Finaly, as the fox heard the lewd, wet sounds of the stallion applying the cleaning agent, he went to collect the dreaded ring, which sat exactly where it had been left several nights before.
Glancing to Maern, the slave master saw that the slave's icy blue eyes were transfixed on his damp fingers. The stallion slowly touched his first finger to his thumb, then drew them apart, pushed them back together, then drew them apart, apparently finding something interesting in the fluid's consistency, "Maern." Sidney spoke, drawing the stallion's attention back to him once more, "Stand there." he noted, motioning to the Sardassi, and hating the words even as they left his muzzle.
"Iya." Maern confirmed, "Yes... Sid-ney." and he moved obediently to comply. Once the horse was standing in front of the Sardassi, he turned and faced the fox, waiting patiently and attentively for his next set of directions.
Unable to argue delaying any longer, Sidney stood across from Maern, tried to avoid looking at his gel-slickened, alien, non-sheathed, lengthy member, and motioned to the clasp above the stallion's head and to the right, "Maern... put your arm there." and to help the stallion understand the command, he raised his own arm. The horse complied obediently, and looked curiously at the metal restraint when it closed around his wrist. The stallion, ears up, craned his head to get a better look at the mechanism.
"Maern..." Sidney called the slave's attetion back, and made the same motion with his other arm, "Again." he directed. Once more the stallion complied, much less surprised by the Sardassi's reaction, but no less curious. After a moment, Maern returned his attention to the fox, and made an inquiry in Vensian. "I don't speak Vensian." the comment came out a little more calloused than Sidney would have liked, most likely, he realized, due to the stress of the situation. He let out a breath and looked at Maern, though he was unable to meet the slave's gaze, "Just... stay there." he directed.
The horse apparently understood, "Yes, Sid-ney." and he remained where he was, arms up at shoulder height, captured by the stone table's metal clamps.
Letting out a deep breath, Sidney picked up the ring and grit his teeth against the influx of tingling sensations running through him. The fox approached the semi-restrained stallion, who smiled at him, and licked his lips eagerly. Sidney did a double-take and damned the ring yet again. "I'm going to put this on you." the slave master explained, motioning first to the ring, and then in general toward the horse; he didn't have the heart to motion to exactly where it would go.
Maern snorted when the fox took hold of the generous length of flesh hanging between his legs, "Sidney?" the stallion asked, but the slave master didn't acknowledge it. Maneuvering the glowing green ring into place, the fox pressed it against the fleshy tip of the horse's length, still managing to find a strange thrill at the oddity that Lord Hector referred to as "foreskin."
Sidney grit his teeth as the large slave snorted, "Sidney?" Maern called again, but, again, the fox did not respond. He slowly eased the ring down with light pressure, moving it a half an inch each time with gentle-but-insistent motions. The stallion let out what sounded like a knicker, and the slave master started when Maern's tail flicked audibly against the stone slab. By that point, however, the fox was transfixed by the sight of the flesh that had been bunched up at the end of the stallion's ample member drawing back along its length as the ring slid into place.
Sidney licked his lips as he saw a single droplet of milky fluid escape the tip, but he shook his head, remembering that the ring had more than enough power to affect people other than the wearer. The fox separated himself quickly from the ring and Maern's penis, feeling an immediate drop in his attraction to the stallion's ample shaft, but it wasn't gone entirely. Sidney stood and stared as Maern shifted his stance, mumbling something to himself in Vensian as his flesh began to thicken, and harden, and grow. "Sidney?" he called again.
"Stay." the fox directed, feeling his ears droop as his tough-slave-master demeanor finally began to give out. Sidney moved around to the side of the Sardassi and took hold of the horse's right leg. Even when hefting with all his might it was all the slave master could do to budge it but, after a moment, Maern obediently lifted the extremity and Sidney guided it back against one of the lower manacles. The stallion, without the need for guidance, did the same thing with his left leg, latching it in place.
The horse stared down at him as he hung from the Sardassi, but Sidney didn't bother meeting his gaze. The slave master opened a panel beneath the stone slab and withdrew one of the numerous flasks stored there. With much more skill than his first attempt, the fox, now much more familiar with the process, managed to take hold of the stallion's rapidly-hardening flesh and guided the head to the mouth of the bottle.
With only a little difficulty, Sidney managed to ease the neck of the flask downward, engulfing Maern's member fully within the container, not stopping until the metal flecks on the flask clinked audibly against the ring surrounding the base of Maern's penis. "What..." the slave started, then lost his voice as his entire body quivered, the ring's green gems pulsing in time with the stallion's heartbeat, "What... is..." Maern swallowed another failed attempt at a word as his entire body shuddered, "...this?" he finished.
"It's the Sardassi." Ears lowered, tail hanging limply, the fox simply noted, "I'm sorry, Maern." and he pressed the second-from-bottom button. The stallion's back arched immediately as fingers of green lightning lanced upward into his body from the restraints around his legs and danced their way across his arms and to his chest. Maern's hips bucked as the Sardassi's energy tickled at his groin, and Sidney's eyes grew wide when he saw the gems in the ring glow fiercely.
The fox had to check a second time to make sure that he had selected the lowest setting, which he had. At that point he realized why the device was responding so violently; Maern was struggling...hard. The stallion let out an animalistic whinny as his body convulsed, but he pulled at his restraints, which exploded into bands of pure light as he almost managed to pull his arm fully to his chest. The glowing lasso of energy pulled his fist back against the stone with all the savagery of a pit hyena beating a slave. "Maern!" the fox shouted, "Stop!"
"Sid-ney..." the voice that emerged from the stallion sent shivers of fear (and arousal) up the slave master's spine; he'd never heard his name spoken with such unrestrained animalistic lust. Maern pulled at his restraints with both arms, causing the runes within the stone slab to blaze with a fierce light, very nearly blinding the fox before he could look away.
"Maern!" Sidney shouted, "Stop fighting!" but the stallion continued flailing away, the suffering horse's voice a mix of roars, whinnys, and barely comprehensible Vensian. The word the fox searched for suddenly came to mind, and he reached up and backhanded Maern with all his might, "KUUS!" he screamed... and the stallion fell silent immediately.
Although Maern's eyes were still wide, and despite the waver in his voice, the stallion managed to speak with a strange amount of clarity, "Sid-ney?" he rasped, squinting his eyes as his body convulsed; despite the energy decreasing, the device was still apparently throwing a good amount of power into him in reprisal for his struggling, "What... what is... this?" the stallion managed to wheeze out.
"The Sardassi." Sidney repeated.
"I..." the stallion spoke, tears squeezing through his shut eyes; Sidney didn't miss the fact that they were glowing green, "I.. do... bad?" he managed to wheeze.
The simplicity of the question and the thought process behind it hit the slave master like a charging rhino: Maern thought he was being punished. "No." Sidney said immediately, "You didn't do anything wrong."
The horse began to struggle again as little crackling jolts of energy began to fire off from the ring encircling his member, and Maern was obviously fighting hard to keep his hips steady, "...why?" he asked, little crackling green embers cascading off of an errant drop of spittle that escaped the horse's mouth.
Sidney fell back to the best reason for the stallion's predicament, "Lord Hector commanded it." he explained piteously.
"Why?" Maern repeated the question, but the wracking shakes across his body became too much to control, and it was mere moments before the Sardassi was blasting him with enough force to make the stallion scream.
"Stop fighting!" Sidney shouted, grabbing hold of the stallion's arm, "Kuus kov--!" but his words were stolen from his muzzle as he was hurled across the room by the energy from the Sardassi entering his body. The world spun, and the fox whimpered as he felt his rock-hard member emptying the contents of his testicles all over the inside of his loin cloth. It was horrible, and wonderful all at once.
The slave master's head spun even as he tried to focus on something... on anything... but the only thing his eyes took in was the explosive fountain of semen erupting within the flask surrounding Maern's shaft. He stared at the lewd display even as the blackness began to creep into his vision. Sidney knew he was still suffering from the effects of the Sardassi because what he lamented the most was that he was going to miss the show due to unconsciousness.
* * * * * *
The sound of his own moaning awoke Sidney some time later, and he was surprised to find himself laying in his bed. Sitting up slowly, the fox was surprised to find himself healthy and without the pain he'd come to expect from being hurled across a chamber. Reaching across to the shoulder that struck the wall first, Sidney was hard pressed to find any soreness. A moment later, he reached down to his naked groin which, surprisingly, was devoid of any stickiness.
"You slept all night." a deep voice broke the fox's focus on himself. Looking around at the room for the first time, Sidney's eyes finally took in the shape of the old bull looming in the corner, seated on a stool.
"Tharis?" Sidney spoke, his voice coming out as a croak.
"Here." the slave handed him a small bowl of water, which the fox accepted gratefully and gulped down ravenously. Tharis accepted it back, and then helped Sidney to stand.
"Did Maern--"
"Maern is here." Tharis answered.
"What about--"
"The flask is full." the bull interjected, "It is safe."
"How did I--"
Tharis interrupted him yet again, "Maern carried you. I cleaned you."
Sidney knew he should have been angry at the bull repeatedly answering questions he hadn't finished asking, but he felt entirely too tired to be upset... not to mention grateful for the aid, "He probably hates me."
"I do not think he hates." Tharis commented, heading for the door.
"He doesn't hate me?" Sidney inquired.
"He doesn't hate period." the bull noted, opening the door. The old slave paused at the exit and glanced over his shoulders, "Warriors have no place for hate."
"Tharis?" Sidney called after the bull before he could close the door.
"Hmm?" he didn't bother turning around, but one of his ears swiveled back to pay attention to the fox.
"Thank you for helping." though the words did little justice to the amount of gratitude he felt at the old bull's assistance.
The door closed, but not before Sidney heard Tharis' quiet reply, "Always."
Something about the single word did much to dispel the black cloud that threatened to overtake the fox. He laid back down on his bed, repeating the word to himself, a faint smile on his muzzle. There was a sense of optimism in it, and his tail started to swish hopefully back and forth. It was a new day, and the slave master dedicated himself to the thought that he'd be making the very most of it.
Sidney knew he would have certain duties for the day, but he promised himself that there'd be time to speak to Maern... to make sure the stallion understood that Sidney had done what he had done because it was his duty. He would enlist Dorias' aid to make sure that the horse thought well of him and knew that the fox was not one to torture anyone for any reason. He would present himself to Lord Hector and reaffirm that all the stag had asked of him was done and-- his thought stopped when a crier shouted from the courtyard.
"Presenting Lord Talvin, come to collect the slave Sidney, of Lord Hector's stables." All of Sidney's high hopes for the day suddenly fell by the wayside.
The fox covered his face with his paw, tail tucking as he remembered the OTHER task his master had set before him, "Oh... right."