Slave Pits

By Wuzi

Chapter 3

Yume swore underneath his breath in anger; he was in a completely uncomfortable and embarrassing position. He was lying on his back, with his hands tied behind his back on the cold stone floor of whatever kind of dungeon this was below the large house he’d been taken into. His spine was beginning to ache and the device in his mouth, unabling him to speak, was beginning to annoy him. He tried to spit it out but he couldn’t as the leather connected to it went around his head and held it in place.

“Do you want it removed?” Makei asked from somewhere in the room.

Yume wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of knowing what he wanted or that he was in pain. His stomach wound was throbbing though it was healing, which was good sign. He stayed silent without making any noise and kept his eyes glued to the ceiling.

The dark red head soon leaned over him. “Shame about your age.” He mumbled. “But, I’ll warn you that most Ragkra prefer to see their Terin’s squirm.”

The blond turned away from the man before him, he disgusted him.

“Not in the mood now you’re in complete submission?” Makei straightened up a little annoyed that Yume seemed to ignore him.

Suddenly the blond winced as he felt a sharp pain at his shoulder. He made an attempt to scream but it was useless with the device in his mouth. His blue eyes stared hatefully at Makei who had used his whip against him for the second time.

Fucking asshole… Yume thought angrily.

“My, my. If looks could kill Yume. But remember, you have to be good now.” Makei smiled cruelly as he suddenly grasped Yume’s blond hair and forced him close, hauling him from the floor. “You hurt Zaune and I shall kill you myself. Remember that. You know; it is only him and I who know about your real identity and we can send you back at anytime.”

I’d rather be dead you sick bastard.

“I get the feeling there is something you want to say to me.” Makei laughed and let him drop back down onto the cold stone.

The pain coursed up from his spine and around his body as he fell back on his arms, which were still tied behind his back. He tried to wriggle his hands free of the strange cuffs without moving too much but it was impossible; they were too tight.

Suddenly a strange clicking sound made Yume focus on Makei once again. From his neck he soon noticed a long chain, the Ragkra had attached a lead to the new collar around his neck. Everything was happening so quickly, the blond couldn’t fully understand what was going on completely.

“Now it’s easy Yume, remember this simple rule: disobey and I’ll punish you.”

The blond groaned as the Ragkra pinched one of his nipples underneath his shirt. He tried squirming but Makei held him firmly in place. “You really don’t like someone superior to you, someone who can force you to do things.”

Yume’s eyebrow began to twitch, if he could escape, he’d come back and kill this fucker. Screw Kuyami.

Suddenly Makei’s hand grasped his lower body, Yume jumped at the sudden caress, as the Ragkra squeezed, he tried to scream to let him go. The blond began to fight again, it had taken Makei almost an hour to get him to calm down and lay peacefully on the floor and now he had another urge to fight the larger man off him. Suddenly his foot finally hit its target and Makei fell back a few paces.

Makei coughed. “You really hate being touched don’t you? Well I guess Kuyami may have to get you into a submissive state.” He said annoyed. “You’ll pay for that.”

It was sudden when Yume realized he couldn’t breathe, there was a strong pressure on his neck that could only be from the collar. He began to gasp for breath but he couldn’t as the device was planted in his mouth. It was only a matter of time before he began to drift out of consciousness as his lungs began to scream for air.

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Yume opened his eyes slowly and sat up gradually, his hands were still tied and the annoying device was still in his mouth but he was no longer in that dungeon but instead a different room of whatever house this was. It took a few moments for his heart to slow down as anger overtook him with how he’d been treated by Makei.

Sluggishly he swung his legs over the side of the comfortably soft bed and took his time to stand up as his body felt heavy. Soon the pain began to return to his side, his shoulder, his thigh and his back. All places that had been tortured by these Ragkra. He sighed angrily and searched the room with his dark blue sapphire eyes. It defiantly wasn’t the first place he’d been taken too, which worried him slightly.

Yume stumbled forward a few steps to a small mirror on the wall, he turned away almost immediately seeing how pathetic he looked but his eyes were soon driven back to the collar around his neck. It was an inch wide and only a few millimeters thick but it was skintight and a silvery metallic color. Somehow this small device had some of control over him. He tried to turn to see what the lead was attached too but it was behind his head so he couldn’t see.

His eyes once again explored the room, taking in his surroundings but there was nothing of any use. The room was just littered with furniture and a selection of decorative pieces. He couldn’t use his hands nor could he yell for any help. It was useless.

Slowly Yume wondered over to the window, leaning gently on the cold glass and looked out to the gardens below. How had the world come to judging people on status? On what class they were born into?

The blond grunted in annoyance as the collar on his neck was beginning to get annoying. He tried to ignore it and finally just allowed his head to bang against the glass, for awhile he stayed leaned against it, before letting his head bump against a second, then a third time. How could he have let this happen to himself?

“Amezhoat oljuses cyg?”

Yume turned around, surprised to hear the familiar voice. But anger filled him when he saw the Ragkra whose fault it was that he was here. He wanted to yell at him, he wanted to kill him but it was impossible with his current restraints.

Without thinking, he ran toward him, ready to force his shoulder into the Ragkra’s chest, when Kuyami adruptedly stood aside and tripped him.

Yume hit the ground, winding himself. He groaned in pain, he couldn’t get up lying on his stomach without his arms and his side was killing him. The Ragkra’s always seemed to have the upper hand against him.

Suddenly he felt himself pulled upward by his shoulders, he was surprised at how strong this man was, in a brief moment he was sitting on the soft bed once again, staring up at the Ragkra who was now supposed to be his master.

Kuyami loomed above him, waiting for some sort of new attack that the blond may be planning but when nothing came, he slowly leaned down and removed the device from Yume’s mouth.

The blond took a deep breath at last and coughed, it felt wonderful to finally have control of his mouth again but instead of thanks, Yume swore and cursed the Ragkra standing in front of him.

“Fucking get away from me!” He yelled, standing up ready to head for the door when suddenly his neck chaffed. Yume stopped; turning to Kuyami who held the lead attached to his collar in his hand, for a moment they stared at one another, neither saying a word. Suddenly the blond tried to pull away but it useless. He couldn’t use his arms and pulling hard against his neck was painful and pointless.

“Ekno wuttou jorhib jadai eba.” Kuyami’s deep voice was low as he spoke which caused Yume to stop pulling for a moment.

“Let me go!” Yume demanded, staring at the man behind him with a hateful gaze.

“Do you really think I would do that?” The dark haired man asked.

Kuyami suddenly pulled the lead toward him forcing Yume to stumble forward, causing them to stand extremely close to one another for the first time.

“Fuck off.” The blond said sternly.

“Taza pipurre…” Kuyami whispered.

Yume stared at him, disgust etching across his face. “Have you forgotten once again I can’t understand your stupid language?!”

Yume coughed suddenly as he felt the collar around his neck tighten.

“You must learn to respect me.”

“Get…fucked…” Yume choked out.

The Ragkra grabbed Yume’s shirt and ripped it, revealing his bare naked chest, still scarred from the stabbing, and now there was a long red mark over his shoulder from Makei as well. The sleeves of the cotton tunic stopped as they reached the blond’s hands that were still tied together, letting the back of the shirt gently touch the ground. Yet the skin-tight sleeve used to conceal the barcode that covered most of his arm was still in place and was beginning to itch.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Yume demanded, still barely able to move his body. The collar must be controlling him somehow.

“Taza pipurre.”

Yume gasped for breath realizing that Kuyami wasn’t loosening the collar’s grip, he was serious and wasn’t playing. The blond could feel his lungs beginning to beg for air. The blond gritted his teeth, he wouldn’t loose, not to him.

“Taza pipurre.” Kuyami repeated.

Yume could feel his body aching all over; he’d rather die then give in.

Suddenly the collar released its grip, Yume began to cough and splutter, trying to get the air back into his lungs. “Mother…fucker…” He whispered underneath his breath.

“You are going to be a strong one to break.” The Ragkra smiled.

Yume ignored his words and turned his attention to the carpet. The last thing he wanted to do was look at that man’s face.

“You will need to be taught discipline.”

“If I wasn’t in these chains, I’d show you how I can kill someone with my bare hands.” The blond brought his glance upward to meet the Ragkra’s. Though he tried not to show it, Yume was surprised he was smiling.

“You’re lucky that I told Makei not to break you in completely, otherwise you’d be by his side already. He doesn’t mind the odd older Terin, though he prefers much younger to what you are.”

As Kuyami moved his hand to touch Yume’s cheek, he turned his head violently so fast it hurt, just so the Ragkra wouldn’t touch him.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I now understand why Makei had you tied and harnessed now.” Kuyami said as he pulled his hand back. “If I have to chain you, I will.”

Yume felt angry but stayed silent, he suddenly felt the collar chaff as he was pulled once again, closer to the Ragkra.

Trying to sound strong the blond cleared his throat, not backing away from his new master. “What the hell is a Terin?”

Kuyami smiled again, this time it was out of amusement. “Didn’t Makei explain to you?”

As the taller man leant closer, Yume backed away a little, his brow furrowed in anger. “I said stay away from me!”

“I’m going to show you what a Terin is.”

Before Yume knew what was going on, he lost all ability to control his body. In a brief moment he was face down on the bed and he could feel the Ragkra’s hand on his back holding him down. He tried to move his legs, his arms, which were still tied behind him and his torso but nothing was working for him, but he could still feel the horrible touch over his body, abruptly he noticed the only part of him he could move was his head. He turned his neck as far as he could to try and look at his attacker but it was useless.

“What the fuck did you do me? Get off me you asshole!”

“Makei would of already explained to you it’s the collar.”

Suddenly he felt Kuyami’s warm hands at his hips, he turned his head just enough to see his pants ripped from him.

“What the fuck-?!” Yume shouted, he shook his head but it was the only part of his body he could move and he didn’t understand why. “Get off me!”

Suddenly Yume felt his legs part, he squealed in pain as he felt something slimy enter him.

“What the hell are you doing you sick bastard?!” The blond shouted as he buried his face into the white pillow, he’d never before felt anything like this and it was painful.

“So it is true, you are a virgin hm?”

“Shut the fuck up and get off me!” Yume tried moving his body again but it was useless.

Kuyami laughed above him and pushed his lubricated fingers in further. “We haven’t even begun yet.”

Yume tightly closed his eyes and let out an uncomfortable groan as he felt a finger, then another penetrate him. “It fucking hurts…”

“After awhile it won’t, relax.”

“Just stop…leave me alone.” The blond tensed again, he could feel pain coursing through his body from everywhere now.

“Relax your muscles.”

Yume didn’t want to do anything the Ragkra said but he tried through attempting to breathe through his soreness, but he would do anything right now to stop the pain or at least numb it.

“You truly hate someone having power over you.” Kuyami gently slipped his fingers out of his Terin.

“You bas-”

Suddenly Yume gasped, his eyes widening as he felt Kuyami enter him. He groaned in pain, his cheeks flushing red.

“Stop…!” Yume begged, as he was filled with an immense pain and strange pleasure for the first time.

The Ragkra ignored his plea and slowly began to move his hips, forcing himself in and out of the blond, beginning to get into a rhythmic movement.

“This is what a Terin does for his master.” Kuyami whispered.

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Yume groaned and rolled onto his back. He’d been lying on the same bed that Kuyami had raped him on since he’d been given control back of his body when the Ragkra had left him. Even though now his hands were free as well he didn’t feel like moving a muscle. Every part of him was aching with old and new pains.

Using all of his energy the blond lifted his hand and tried to grasp at the collar around his neck but it was useless, there’d be no way of getting it off without one of the Ragkra’s to help him. He was too tired to be annoyed and brought the sheet of the bed around him further, trying to sleep.

Here’s Chapter 3. Hope everyone is getting into the story by now. I should be working on Gensho Korobu but writing this one is a bit more fun.

Please R&R!