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He pulled the hood over his head and hurried down the street. The hood covered his horns and goat like features. The creature like posters blinked at him as he ran past. They were a type of hollogram. They read: Pets! They'll play with your children, can be used for pleasure, why cook and clean, when your pet will for you? Find them at your local animal store! Kittens,Puppies, get them while their young, have them for the rest of your life and longer!!!
He glared at the poster and ripped it off the wall. He moved on after smashing it to pieces. It began to rain. he groaned and darted into an alley way just as a human passed. He had a sad looking pet following close behind. the pet was a boy, very pretty, probably a pleasure pet, poor thing. He was part angel fox, part human. He had large blue eyes and white-blonde hair, red lips and tanned skin. His eyes lay atop his head, like most pets. They were white with golden tips, and they looked like wings. Angel foxes were very expensive because they were rare, not to mention their were out lined in gold, as well as their tails. their tails however were spruce and usually rather ugly, in fact angel foxes were very ugly creatures, except for their ears, for which they were famous. But, it was the make up and what he wore that made it obvios that he was a pleasure slave at the local strip bar. He wore a jacket from under which about an inch of fabric was visible. He was a pair of sandles, and he looked really cold. He slipped on a puddle and fell, unable to break his fall because of the fact he had chains on his wrists as well. he owner turned and glared at him.
"b***h get the ******** up!" He growled, yanking the chain on his neck until he pulled himself up. He knee's were bleeding and so were his elbows. Tears dripped out of his eyes, making the owner angry. He struck him across the face twice, and on the third blow, he rushed out of the alley way and caught the mans hand, centimeters away from his face.
"What the-? hey, who the ******** do you think yar?" he slurred. The goat man shoved the human against a wall and tore off his head, took the keys to the pets chains and unlocked them. He picked up the head and threw it into a window of a collar shop across the street. then he yanked off the mans thumb.
"Follow me." He told the pet, who was staring at the amazing amounts of blood still gushing from his owners mid shoulders. He stared at the goat man, who's face and eyes were hidden beneath the hood.
"C'mon." He said, and seized the terrified boys arm and tugged him down the alley way and into the sewer. He closed the lip and cast away his hood.
"Y-Your a pet?" He asked.
"Yes i am. Now we need to get that collar off. Come here."
"Your a goat." He said. the goat rolled his eyes and pulled the pet to him by his arms.
"Robin? Thats a nice name." He said, pressing the mans thumb against the collars reading plate. it clicked and fell off. The goat threw the thumb and the collar as far down the sewer as he could.
"Do you often kill people?"
"It makes me angry when they hit us." he answered and they started to walk down the sewer, the opposite ay from the collar.
"My name isn't Robin, its Adie, but the club owner didn't like it..." he said.
"Oh, i see. My name is Liam. Its a pleasure to meet you." He said, and shook his hand. He blushed, his ears bent back.
"Are... where.... you...."
"I won't hurt you or do what your thinking I might do. We're going to an under ground society, they'll help you. I've seen you in the strip club down the block a few times. And I saw your back, its covered in bruises and cuts. Some of them are infected... are you afriad of needles?"
He slowly shook his head no and Liam nodded.
"Cool." They walked for what seemed to be hundreds of miles to young Adie. He wondered if Liam was telling the truth, he couldn't be, the entire thing that happened was probably a horrible fantasy given by the pain killers his ex owner gave him. He had a hope in his stomach that said he wanted it not to be, but right next to that was a feeling in his gut that said he'd wake up to another beating soon. Adie was sure of five things in this world: 1. He was afraid of whips, 2. Humans were sick perverts, 3. Humans were horrible creatures that deserved death. 4. Her was supposed to have sex with a 92-year-old woman tomarrow, so this couldn't all be bad if it was real. and 5. He was hungry. Aboput an hour of walking later, they came to a small opening, far outsie of the city. They went through, and came to a hill, with a small door. Liam nocked four times, and it swung open.
"Come in, come in." A short man with big grey eyes and a round face and black hair said. "Ah, a pleasure pet. Come here boy." The small man ordered. Liam pushed him in gently, and guided him towards the chair the little man had gestured to. The little was looked at his knee's, and cleaned the gravel and blood away.
"You've been on your knee's a lot lately, am i right?" He asked with a soft chuckle, Adie turned a dark dark red, tears in his eyes. The little man nodded.
"I'm sorry dear, I meant nothing by it."
"its fine." he muttered in a very small and fine voice. Liam smiled, he sounded like a child, looked like a god, no wonder he was a pleasure pet. The man looked over and tsked.
"Bad liam, you shouldn't conceal what you really feel with smiles or grins, its bad for you."
"Don't talk to me like I'm a pet!" Liam exclaimed. The small man turned to him and crossed his arms.
"We are all pets here, liam."
"Oh please Thor, your part fish, the only thing that makes you a pet is the tiny patch of scales on your back. And your love for humans is disgusting!" Thor glared at him, and his body suddenly was thick with scales. Liam cursed himself in his head. He had forgotten the scale fish turny thing whenever he became angry.
"Sorry, Thor."
"Its fine dear."
"I thought you were a human..." Adie said softly.
"i know, dear, now you look starved to death, would you like something to eat?"
"I... yes please." Liam knew that he nearly said, i shouldn't, my owner would be angry. Appartently, his owner was still alive, the a** hole dragging him down the street wasn't him. Sometimes Liam hated being able to read minds. Thor bustled around a minute, then handed him a bowl of porridge, a glass of milk and a bundle of grapes. He ate, making small grunting noises as he did. Thor wondered when he had last ate, Liam wondered how many time he tried to starve himself to death. It was easy to tell when a pet had been force fed, their eyes darted a lot when they ate, they always looked like some one might yank their mouth open. This one pulled his legs up when he ate and held the bowl as close as he could.
"Now slow down, dear, or your tummy'll explode." At the word 'tummy' Adie stopped entirely eating, and looked a little nauseous.
"Your gut will, he means your gut." Adie nodded slowly and took another fewbites, slower this time. A while later Thor took him around the cottage. It was a cosy place, nine other sleapt there, mainly in the spare room underground. Angel foxes live in the marshes or in the forrests, they dont like sunlight, or soil. Odd, really. Adie looked like he had never seen a marsh, or a forrest, but Thor and Liam could be wrong. As lam was standing out in front of the only small window, he felt a longing build up in him. He longed to be home. He hadn't seen his parents in so long... it seemed like an eternity, he had a little sister, and an older brother.
17 years ago...
"The sideeffects of the drug shouldwear off, Mrs. Lonaberg. I am very sorry."
"Will my son be a... goat forever?"
"Right now he's a baby goat so he's really cute! Plus you can sell him and... no. Sorry, maybe, but most likely not. But the other side effects, the extream saddness and the suicidle effects defintally will."
"So... he may be a pet for his entire life, but at least he wont try to kill himself?!" She yelled, for her it was a normal tone, she had a very quite, mouse like, voice. She shoved the doctor out, and picked up her small son. His older brother, who was nearly six, watched from the doorway. He hated his little brother, who had cost his father everything, and his mother so many tears.
"Leo, come here, I know its scary, but we'll be okay again. Its not your baby brothers fault, Liam... he's just sick, was sick. This new drug will help him, and you. Okay? The doctor said you'll stop crying and that the... fur will fall out, okay? You'll stop wanting to kill yourself to, just all side effects, okay? They paid us for it to, we'll be okay."
But they weren't. Liam's older brother, Leo, was 10 when his father and his mother went bankrupt. Liam was three and still looked like a goat. Unfortunetly, Leo had evolved to look like a kitten. Which means he was very small and very... cute. Afraid to have their 2 other children starve to death, and three more on the way, they chose to sell Leo to a man named Carlos, who was a pimp and a horrible man. Liam was chosen by a man named T, who used him as a made and a punching bag. He also had four sons, all of whom beat him and tormented him. Liam was 12 when he accidently killed the youngest boy, Daemon, who had been born barely a year before. He had been preparing dinner for his masters, when the little one stumbled in. Daemon picked up a knife that Liam had just set down and ran. Liam shrieked and grabbed him, he ended up impaling himself with the blade, in the stomach. Daemon died in the emergency room. When T and his wife returned, they sent the children to bed, and sat across from Liam. Liam sat on the floor of his tiny room. They sat on his itty bity dresser. They stared at him through tear filled eyes for a long time.
"You killed my son. Daemon died." Liam looked up, eyes wide, tears fell out of his eyes and down his face. "They told us he would of died anyway. He had cancer."
"So... i...."
"You are... a horrible person." T said, and grabbed Liams starved wrists, he drug him down the stairs into the living room, and into an even smaller room and left, locking the door behind him.
"You'll go here after every chore." The room was cold and damp and smelled of old paper. the floor was dirt and no light entered it. There were spiders everywhere. If he had been a human, the spiders would of eaten him alive. Each day he became more and more tired of the humans in the house hold. And finnally, he made a copy of his owners thumb at night and removed the too tight collar and RAN. he had been running ever since. When he was 16 he met Thor, who taught him to fight, hide himself in shadow and to save the pets in need.
18 years ago...
The woman walked slowly, and happilly down the street. She was a pet, yes, but she loved her owner with her entire heart and soul. He had found her when she was very small dyeing in an alley way, too weak to walk or crawl, she had been four, and her mother and father abandoned her because she was an abomination. Dressed in nothing but rags, and her body didn't show her animal decent. In fact, he only thing that said she was a pet, was the small tattoo on her small back. She didn't turn until she was 12, like most mostly human pets. She turned down an alley way towards an old jewelry shop, and was cornered by a pack of evil humans. They surrounded her.
"Hey pretty lady, what's a cute pet like you doing in a scary place like this?" She screamed for help, but no one came. They drug her into a store's cellar, they went at her. And finally, they led in a young man, a pet. He was beautiful. An angel fox bred with a white panther mixed with a tiny bit of human.He was a mut, and the cheapest pet available. They nine men orderedd him to hurt her. He shook his head.
"I wont. I wont hurt another livin' creature." She lay on a pile of hay, naked, and sobbing.
"You will, cause if you dont, we's gonna kill the pretty girl, and make you eat her flesh." He shook his head.
"f-fine, but only if you l-leave." He said, they shrugged and left.
"I'm sorry miss." He said, going over to her. "They'll know if I don't. And such a pretty young lady, shouldn't die like this." He said, sitting down in front of her. "I promise soon as I'm down, I'll take you home." He kept his word. 2 minutes of force, and then he gave her some of his clothes and led her home. His owners laughed at her, hit him. On his way out, one felt him up, and laghed.
"He did!" He led her home, her body leaning against his.
"I'm so sorry. I-I really am." He said as he walked. "They'd of killed you, and... well... I didn't ant that to happen, cause the way they'd of killed you was the way they'd kill the others, by raping them for nine days straight." He said,
"Who's Adie?" She asked, softly, tracing the tat on his arm. He stopped in his tracks, and wiped a tear from his eyes.
"My friend. H-he died, they killed him..." He answered.
"Was he human?"
"No. He was a pet like you. Same breed even, your an colt?"
"Yes."
"He was a beautiful man, big golden eyes... we were bought from a man named Carl and... they got mad at him... and they killed him." She sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry that I hurt you."
"Its okay, you didn't hurt, and it didn't... I'm so tired." She said, her eyes falling closed. They came to her owners mansion soon later. He helped her in, and her owner led him in and her up to the bathroom.
"Did you rape her?" He asked, the man nodded, looking down in shame.
"I'm sorry. They would of raped her to death, i hadn't."
"How many?"
"Nine, sir." He answered.
"Where?"
"I can't say that sir." He answered.
"That woman up stairs, I love with my entire body and soul, now she don't look happy, and i hate it when she isn't happy. tell me or die!"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you!"
"Why not?"
"My owners are the ones that hurt her, if you went looking for them, they'd know it was me, and..." He rubbed his eyes sobbing. The man glared hatefully at the pet.
And 2 months later, as you can well imagine, her stomach was growing. her owner still loved her, but bought her a collar, that was two sizes to big for comfort, to ensure this wouldn't happen again. Nine months past, and she gave birth to a young child. He was beautiful. At first, she hated him. Then her love grew and grew. He was born with long soft ears. He looked just like the young pet. Who she remembered fondly. He had a tattoo on his arm, she remembered. Adie, was the name.
"Adie. Charles, ca I name him Adie? Its such a pretty name... I want to name him Adie!" She exclaimed.
"Do you truly love this child, my beautiful steed?" He asked, sitting down next to her and taking the child from her arms. "It looks just like the pet that brought you home that night, Lulu."
"I know. But he's so innocent and... yes I love him."
"Alright, call it what you wish." He said, handing the boy back to her. She smiled and took him, humming a soft lullaby to him. A few months past and they were walking though the streets of their city, happily taking turns holding Adie in their arms. Adie had a soft fuzzy face, with a small nose and small people lips. He was born with a little tuft of fur on his chest, and a little on his head, that grew out quite quickly. he cooed when Charles lifted him into the air, and brought him back down, not allowing him to slip his grasp, even for a second.
They found themselves in a slum, compared to where they took refuge, where they often went, usually to find a beautiful jewel shop, where am old pet named Coco worked and lived. He had been owned by the owners of the shop for 79 years. This visit was special, they wanted to know what Adie's future was. If he'd live long, or short, if he would grow up to be a colt, like Lulu, who always looked like a colt, even though she was 20. Or like his mut rapist father, the panther/angelfox/human.
But when they came in, Coco and his owner were being held up, by three of the nine rapists. the pet, who was covered in scales and bruises and cuts was slowly putting jewels in a bag.
One of the man held a thick chain, that was conected to his throat on a collar, that was so tight it had worn away at the flesh and left a dark bruise.
"That pet you have there is very beautiful. Is he a pleasure pet?" the old owner asked slowly.
"Depends on if beating him is considered a pleasure pet." A gun was pointed at Lulu and Charles. Charles glared at them, holding the child close. Police surrounded the shop. They quickly lowered the metal window covers and closed and locked the doors.
"Oi, Terrle, I'd recognize this slut anywhere!" One said, gesturing to Lulu. The pet looked up from his bag and flinched his gaze back down when one of the men kicked him in the side. "******** f*****t, keep those worthless hands at work, and your eyes concentrating on it, b***h." The one with an irish accent ordered. Lulu glared along with Charles.
"Your the ones that raped my wife, a year ago?" he asked. One of them stopped and looked at him.
"So the fock what ya little tramp there was begging for a beating, we just led her in." Terrle said, laughing. Charles's glare darkened with hate.
"What, one of us nock the horse up?" The first said.
"Looks like." A third said, Terrle yanked the baby from Charles's arms.
"ADIE!" Lulu cried, leaping at the child, they shoved her back, he back smacked a shelf with a hard thud, Charles went for the baby, then for Lulu, seeing she;d been hurt.
"D-don't hurt him!" Charles said. Terrle unwrapped him and held him upside down by his leg.
"Oi, mut, he's yours!" He chuckled, The pet looked up and Terrle threw him at him. Out of instint. he caught the small child and held him protectivly.
"d**k face! Get back to work. If you can with a kid in your arms." The first man said, tossing the blanket on the pets head. He quickly bundled the baby back up and finished the jewel packing. The police tried a few times to make contact then cut out all of the electricity.
Lulu begged for Adie back, Charles held her from jumping up again. He could tell that she had broken a bone. Coco hummed a soothing tune next to her ears. the owner was watching the pet as he stood up and went over to Lulu, the third man caught him by the chain with a growl.
"What's wrong, returning property. Always could return, but never could penetrate!"
"Until that little tramp." they laughed.
"looks like nature got tired of it." The grabbed the child and shoved him into Lulu's arms. And shoved the pet into the other, then into a shelf. He cried out in pain, they laughed. A few hours passed of this torment, and the pet lay in a cornor, bleeding, and unable to move. They had no interest in Lulu, too many men here were protective of her. It began to get very cold in the room, the baby began to cry. The only cloth not covering someone was the pets shirt, which had been tore off by a shelf. They wrapped the baby in that, one of the men drug the pet into the back room, they could hear the sounds that sounded like pleasure, and rape. They left soon later, after all three men went at the pet. Not the shop, just the room, they shut and locked the door, and sat, waiting. And finally, they heard soft chanting from the room. Only Coco, charles and Lulu heard it, the others were either deaf, or laughing. Then suddenly, Terrle, lifted his gun, his eyes black, his body seemed to be uncontrolled. He placed it in his mouth and pulled the triggar. He fell back, dead. Then the third man, and the first man did as well. A few minutes past, and they were able to get a message to the outside, and the police came in. Medics and a crowed of people. the pet lay in the room, still locked behind its door. Lulu and charles stayed, waiting, Coco cleaned glass from the jewels and watched as the police kicke dopen the door. They broht the pet out, his body bruised and broken, he looked like a rag doll, really. His eyes were glassy. they put him on a strecher and turned to charles.
"Is he your pet?" Charles shook his head, they asked the shop keeper.
"he came in with the men." And three days later, he was shot, in the head, in front of the entire town. He handed a pendant to Lulu when he passed her.
"I'm so so sorry." He said again. His final words. Lulu told her son of his father, who turned out, to be named Alexander. Adie Alexander's parents died, Charles tried to raise him, but one day dureng a robbery when he was four, Charles was shor and killed, and Adie was taken to a zoo, a ***** zoo, where pets go when their an orphan and very young. From then on he was a pleasure pet. After he was 13, he bounced from strip club to strip club, to a pornography business, to an escort business and finally, ended up at Ploof, a bi bar/strip club.
The present...
Adie slept soundly that night, clutching the only thing he owned of value, a small pendant. It was made of Rosecortz, on a golden chain. His father, not Charles, but Alexander came to him every night in his dreams, hummed him a lullaby and soothed his dreams. Lulu came sometimes too, hummed a lullaby and cradled his dream self in her arms like he was a baby again. He never dreamt of the horror of day life, his dreams were always happy and wonderful. His parents made sure of that everynight. thor and Liam watched him, curious. They had never seen a pleasure pet sleep so well their first night.
"He's sleeping so well." Liam whispered,
"It must be the pendant. Itabsorbed bad, maybe. Rose cortz is known for that, its a love chrystal, probably the only reason he still has it is because cut correctly, it means-"
"Shh, you might wake him up." Liam inturupted.
"We better get to bed.you have miles to walk tomorrow."
"I know. Can I borrow one of your motor cycles, it'll be faster, he's kinda... slowed and... he needs breaks more often then i do." Liam said once they were out of his room. Thor sighed and nodded.
"As long as you can keep those horns under wrapps. And his ears."
"I swear on my honor."
"Wathonor?" Thor slurred
"The honor of never raping someone." thor snorted.
The next mourning...
Adie ate slowly this time, were as Liam gulfed down his food double time. His meal consisted of mainly grass and bugs. He ate four serveings, and by the end of his fourth, Adie was done with his first. They left early and drove the majority of the way before the sun hitthe middle of the sky. They got to their destination at 1 o'clock, pm. It was a cave, with a hidden door at the throat. Two wolves and a bear gaurded it. The wolf laid down when he saw Liam, and the others followed. Liam drove the motor cycle right into the cave and parked it in the darkness. he led Adie into the hidden door of the throat. He gasped, his ears perked up when he saw it. The marvelous world before him was... beautiful. grand lakes stretched for miles. Hills and grassy plains, a village nestled into a hill, surrounded by water falls, golden rivers and all kinds of beauties. Behind the village was a forrest.
"The forrest faeries live here and bring glories to us. They wish to help us, and cure us of our lives pains. Come on, we still have a bit of walking to do before we reach the village. Fewer and fewer scouts were able to leave to find the pets of the world, that obviously didn't want to be slaves." He explained as they walked. "We started out living in camps, stealing what we needed Then we found abilities that came from being happy. Even when we were living in squalor. We were happy, I guess because we weren't being beaten or raped, then again, its not rape if its with a pet! Sorry... one girls ability was to speak with the magicals."
They entered the grand village a while later. Several pets lined the streets, their bodies well fed and most had smiles on their faces. A few had bruises and cuts still fresh, some were obviously never hurt physically, but sexually, most likely. Two men stood on the street, bodies close together, arms around each other, lips appart, tongues touching, eyes closed. The smaller of the two's tails flicked happily, the taller had long sloping years and no tail, his ears were straight in the air. Not caring or afraid of other people, or owners that would condemn them. Adie found himself staring, blushing. Wondering how two men could obviously love each other so much. Liam yanked him down the road and into a tavern
"Love is love." Liam said, when he bought a room.
"Oh really?" The keeper said. "I thought you loved me, liam? Or are you leaning the other way now." A woman leaned over the counter and looked deeply into his eyes.
"Your very funny Allitia. No, I found him a few days ago, he was a pleasure pet, pleasures including whipping him?" He muttered she smiled and kissed Liam gently on the mouth. He smiled and pulled back.
"I'll take you to dinner tonight, but I've some healing to do." She nodded and they went into their room.
"Take off you clothes and lie of the bed." Adie choked, and looked at him. Then took off his clothes. "cover your self with a sheet." Liam said, taking out a morder and pestle, he picked up several herbs that had appeared out of air when he entered and mixed a paste. He spread it over the infected gashes and bruises on his flesh.
"This will sting, a bit." he said, the paste began to seep into his gashes and he cried out.
"It 'urts..." Adie whimpered.
"A lot, sorry." He chuckled and placed rags over the paste and pushed them own.
"Is that better?" Liam asked, smiling.
"Yes... a little." He sighed. "This place is peaceful, in it i will find peace?"
"I don't know. Sometimes horrors of the past stain into your mind." He answered. "Ask a physic." he chuckled, Adie echoed the chuckles.
After the healing session was done, Liam showed him the town. It was like any other town, except people worked together more, they helped each other more, and no one was in chains, until they got to town square. A pet stood in the center of town, standing in a cage. his hands were chained.
"Why is he chained like that?"
"He killed someone. Thats why he's in the cage. Three children, because they didn't have ears or the mark, a woman and he raped a little girl. He's going to live in that cage for the rest of his days."
"How old was the little girl?"
"4." He answered and hurried past him.
"You've killed someone."
"I've killed lots of people. I can read humans thoughts. Its when they hit us and then think like the man that was hitting and yelling at you thought. It makes me ill, makes me mad, then i can't see. But its my job."
"How can someone give you a horrible job like that?"
"I've chosen it. I am strong."
"I don't have any special abilities."
"Yes you do, all pets do."
"Does giving head count?"
"No. Its sort of magic. Levitation, fire, strength, reading minds, fighting."
"I can't do any thing like that."
"Thats because of suppression, and pain. You were a pleasure pet, in many ways, a pleasure pet has it the worst. All pets hate being owned."
"My mother didn't." He snapped. "My other was a beautiful strong independent woman who loved the man that owned her!" He growled. He spun around to look at him.
"Then why were you ever sold hmm?"
"My mother got very sick, when i was little, and my father, he was murdered in a robbery." Liam slapped him.
"How can you call a human father?" he shrieked. The surprised pet held his bleeding cheek, eyes wide.
"He raised me, he saved my life, he loved me. he fed me, he clothed me, he kept a roof over my head as long as he could. He told me he loved me every day, even if the way i came to be was... undesirable." He looked down.
"May i ask you something then?"
"What sort of pet was you mother?"
"A colt."
"Then why do you look like an angel fox, with hair like a panther?"
"My mother was raped, nearly to death, i told how I came into this world was undesirable." He said.
"Oh... sorry." he muttered. "I'm sorry i slapped you."
"I take it the man who raised you wasn't very good?" He said, as they walked down the street no one really stared, a few looked because he was a new face.
"Lets get to the tavern." He said after a while, after he had seen the entire town.
"Allitia, my darling, are you ready to go out love?" Liam asked, kissing her hand.
Part 2...
The man leaned against the wall, watching his new pet, who was curled up in a little ball on the couch.
"How many owners have you had?" he asked.
"None. I-I just got my pet qualities." He said, the man let a terrible smile creep across his face. the pet was a gilded youth. He had one green eyes and one golden eye. he had long black ears and long white wings. He had brown skin, and a long neck leading into a slender torso and sloping hips. his legs climbed high into his hips. He had thick eye lashes and full red lips, his cheeks had light pink in them, and he had a piano players fingers. His wrists were slender and what the man called perfect.
"Well, I'm going to need to clip your wings." He gasped, holding his wings.
"W-why?" He whimpered.
"Because, you can run away if you have wings." He answered, striding over to him and stroaking his feathers. "I wont cut them off, just make it so you can't fly."
"No, please dont." he sobbed, rubbing tears from his eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair.
"It doesn't hurt, i promise."
"How do you know?!" He shrieked. The mans hand came across his face. He gasped with shock and started to cry, cradeling his head in his hands. The man yanked him up and took him into the kitchen and took out a pair of clippers. he held him down and clipped him wings. he screamed and sobbed, tears flowing out of his eyes.
After that was over, the boy sat in a collar shop. He looked amazingly depressed.
"If you beat him too much his feathers can fall out. Not much else happens, just his feathers fall out." The collar shop owner said. "Now tell me., what kind of pet is he?"
"What do you ,mean, he's a dove, mutt, he's part dove part artic fox, a rare mix." he said, smiling.
"I mean, plesure pet, gaurd pet, worker or slave." he answered.
"Oh.." The man blushed, and looked at the beautiful pet sitting on the stool. "He's a pleasure pet." he whispered. Blushing.
"I see.Well, there are three forms of pleasure pets." He paused and looked at the pet. "I'd say the three coarse meal? This collar." He said, smiling and picking up a collar.
"What does it do?" he asked, smiling unsurely.
"This button can release a chemical into his body that will make him hard. THis button shocks him, and this one does what ever you want. Well more as, it gives him a drug that will make him do whatever you want." he said. The man nodded.
"I like it." He said. "I'll take it." The dove rubed his eyes, crying softly. The owners pet went up to him.
"Its alright." He said. "Stop crying." He petted the doves hair. The dove looked up at him.
"I-I c-can't help it. I used to fly when i was sad, n-now I can-n't."
"Ah, he clipped your wings. Its alright." He said, rubbing his own collar with a sigh.
"Well here, this will help the pinch of the collar." He said slipping a vile of oil into his pocket. Then he messured the boys neck.
"You have a very small neck." the shop owner said. "Size 3." He said, nodding for the pet to bring him a collar. After he did, the owner clipped it on and held it together.
"Mr. Samual, put your finger here, your thumb." He ordered, and the man did. "Now it will only open to yourwill." He said and smiled, Samual nodded andpaid him, then left. "COME BACK NEXT WEEK I'LL CARVE HIS NAME!" the owner yelled after him. The dove was sobbing uncontrollably, he snuffed, and hicupped.
"Shut up!" His owner ordered. "I still need to name you... hmm.: He muttered and took his hand as he yanked him down the street to the leash and all the sex needs shop. He bought a black leather leash and a few other things, like viagra. Then he walked him home.
"Allume... no... Gabriel... no... Raven... no. Sharle... nooo. hmmm. Sex god. Haha, maybe." the dove blushed.
"Nule." He muttered.
"Mule?"
"Nule."
"Nule... hmmmm... I like it. But because you chose it you can't have it." He laughed."Ameno, Elijah." He stopped. is eyes facing downward. "Elijah." He repeted. "Your new name is Elijah" Samual smiled and led him up the stairs into the only bedroom. He used one finger to loosen his tie, he ripped it off and unbuttoned his pets shirt. Elijah stood their shaking.
"What... are you doing?" he asked.
"Your a pleasure pet." He answered. "I'm getting pleasure." He answered, and shoved him onto the floor. He held his hands above his head by the wrists, with one hand. He let out a cry. With his free hand, Samual unbuckled the belt and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knee's.
"Stop it, please!" He cried, sobbing. Samual laughed and kissed his throat. Then he began, Elijah screamed in both terror and surprise. Samual rolled him over to his back, so that his wings cracked. His wings twitched, and samual released his hands so that he could hold his wings.
"Stop it!" He begged. Samual ignored him. A few hours passed, after a while, they had made it to the bed. Now Elijah lay curled up in a little ball, his wings wrapped arround his body, protecting him from any more attacks. He snuffed and hiccuped, his body hurt from crying and the pain of everything that had just happened.
"Shhhh." Samual said, stroking his wings. "Its alright Elijah, it doesn't hurt every time, you just made me mad." He said. Elijah peaked out from his egg, and looked at Samual. "Do you need something?" He asked. The boy hiccuped again.
"I'm... I want to be alone." he answered, wiping his eyes. Samual nodded and slipped away closing the door silently behind him. Elijah stayed in the ball for a great while, thinking.
"Hey Elijah? Its time for dinner." Samual called, opening the door. Elijah sat on the bed, back to him. He had his wings wrapped around him still, but mainly for warmth, he looked over at Samual.
"I'm not hungry." He answered, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Its either you eat diner, or I eat you again." He answered. Elijah stood up and limped down the stairs. He had pulled his jeans on again and rebuttoned his shirt.
"Are you going to do that every day?" He asked, pointing back at the room.
"Maybe, at least until i get board with it." He answered, slapping his a**. He yelped, and st down quickly. Samual served him and he ate quickly. "Don't worry, i wont tire you out, unless you make me mad." He said, smiling.
"I just want to take a bath and go to bed please, i'm very tired." He said. putting his plates in the sink.
"Alright, the maid will do the dishes tomorrow."
"your not going to try anything... are you?" He asked, Samual came up behind him and carresed his butt.
"I dont know... but your butt is nice." He licked his ear. Elijah sobbed and ran. He hid in the closet at the bottom of the steps, and hid in his wing egg. Samual sighed and laughed. Then he followed him into the closet, which was big enough for two to elope, and pulled the door closed.
"Would you rather do it in the dark where you can't see what's going to happen next? You can only hear the noises and feel the pain, because thats what coming if you ever ******** run from me again." he groweled, snapping on the light, Elijah tightened his wings around himself.
"Please." He sobbed. Samual chucked and ripped at his wings until he screamed in agony. He let the wings fall to the side and he watched Samual glare at him in the dim light of the closet. Blood and feathers were everywhere, one of them was broken, the other was practically naked of feathers.
"Lights off, I take it." He laughed and pulled the string, the closet went dark. When it was over that time he laid there, his body broken and disfigured. He kept trying to move his wings around him, but they wouldn't obey, and it hurt when he forced them to go up.
"I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow." He said and closed and locked the door. The next day came, and he took him to the pet hospital. Liam was in the emergency room, he had been shot and left to bleed out in an alley way. He went to walk out and ran right into Elijah, who was in the process of running away from his owner.
End of Part 1 and 2.
 demon strait outta_hell · Thu Jun 04, 2009 @ 11:22pm · 0 Comments |
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