0 comments/ 158185 views/ 1 favorites Tygra Ch. 1 By: Multi-zine Rounding the corner into the black alley, Tygra flung herself to the mud-caked ground. Tense with trepidation, she listened for signs of pursuit. Before she even had a chance to catch her breath, a figure came out of the night, hurtling past her before diving onto the ground. Even from her present position, Tygra could see that it was her best friend, Laura. "Laura," she whispered in relief, before terror took hold once more. "Come on! We have to get out of here and hide!" "I know!" her friend replied, over her shoulder. "Lets make a run for it!" They got to their hands and knees as silently as they could, readying themselves to spring into the night. As they started to move though, two large figures came out of the darkness and flattened them, back into the grime and mud. Winded by the sudden attack, Tygra made herself go limp, in pretence of a faint. Laura, on the other hand, began to struggle with the sudden burst of superhuman strength that comes from extreme fear. Tygra watched as she beat her fists against the muscular chest repeatedly in a desperate attempt to free herself. Both ploys failed as the two men suddenly rose, jerking the women to their feet before they slammed them hard against the wall. "So, you're the thieves! Where is the money you stole, huh?" one of the men asked with disgust. "We don't have any idea what you're talking about!" Tygra said with desperately faked innocence. "Oh really?" he sneered. "Well, we'll soon see. Search her!" he commanded the other officer. The man sneered,"It would be my pleasure." Before Laura could do more than gasp, he suddenly ripped her sky blue blouse in two, before throwing it to the ground beside them. Laura shook with fright as her chest was suddenly bared to the cool night air; she tried to cover herself with her hands to avoid the stares of the two officers, but her hands were quickly snatched away. The officer took advantage of the opportunity to cup her right breast with his own hand, making her skin crawl. Gulping in air frantically, Laura started to scream in terror. However, the police officer that was holding Tygra leaned over and cracked the back of his hand across her cheek, stunning her into silence. Even as her screams subsided, the other officer squeezed her breast hard in punishment, causing her to yelp in pain. Desperate now, Laura began to struggle anew. Horrific thoughts chased each other through her mind as she beat wildly at the cruel officer. The thought of rape flashed briefly in her mind before she forced it back. However, it had taken hold already. Terrified of the idea, Laura reacted automatically and kneed the man who held her in the groin. He groaned in agony and fell to the ground, freeing Laura from his grip. As soon as she realized she was free, she went after the man holding Tygra. However, before she could get there the injured officer on the ground struggled to his feet while pulling out a long samari sword and pointed it straight at her. "You bitch! You'll pay for that!" Turning around slowly, Laura stared wide-eyed at the sword pointed at her heart. Before she had time to react, the officer ran her through. The sword moved through the air, almost in slow motion, and slammed into Laura's chest. She felt the burning pain pierce her heart, then her lips parted in shock as she slid to the ground. "No!" Tygra broke free of the man who held her and ran to Laura, throwing herself over the lifeless body. As she checked for a pulse hot, tears streamed a path down her anguished face. "No!" she keened, helplessly. "You can't be dead! Laura!" Her shoulders shook as she sobbed into Laura's golden hair, now matted with dirt. Suddenly hands grabbed her arms, wrenching her back to her feet. "Well, well, well," said the officer nastily. "So you don't have the money? Then what the hell is this?" he grabbed several of the tokens from her waistband and thrust her into the grasp of his colleague. As she started to speak, he raised a hand to cut her off. "Don't even bother trying to lie your way out of this. You're a thief. Pure and simple. Now it's just too bad your little friend is dead. She could have kept you company on your long journey. You're going down, honey. In addition, do you know what they do to pretty little crooks like you? They send you to Rhine to carry out your sentence as a sex slave. Ten years on your back should improve your disposition. Maybe we'll even come visit you from time to time" The idea seemed to amuse them both. "Just think. You could be calling me Master," he said, laughing. As she turned slowly to face the two men, fire gleamed in Tygra's violet eyes. "Never," she hissed. "I will NEVER call you Master, you bastard! I'd slit my throat first!" The two men shot her a scornful look as they dragged her off to meet her fate. "We'll see sweetheart. We'll see." [To be continued...] Tygra Ch. 2 2 years later: "Two years and you still haven't learned obedience, Tygra," Frances stood over her, his face set. "We'll just have to do something about that," Frances said, turning towards the door, and calling for the guards who waited on his orders. "Chain her to the wall," he said, his voice thick with anticipation. "I think a whipping might teach our dear Tygra a little more humility." Walking forward, the two guards grabbed Tygra by the arms, almost pulling them out of the sockets, and dragged her towards the chains, which hung on one wall, dark and ominous. Clasping her wrists and ankles into metal cuffs, one guard slapped her on the ass, propelling her forward against the cold stone wall. "She is secure, Master," he intoned, kneeling before Frances with his face pressed firmly to the floor in a show of subservience. Frances smiled slowly, "Now you may go. It's time to teach Tygra here who the Master is and who the," he paused over the word, savoring it, his tongue flicking lightly over his fleshy lips, "slave is." He was barely able to contain his excitement until the guards had left the room, and as soon as the door shut behind them he walked over to the nearby table and picked up the whip which lay there. He flicked his wrist casually, causing the whip to unravel to its full length. Behind him, Tygra cringed at the sharp crack. " Tygra, Tygra," he said with mock sincerity. "I don't have to do this, you know. Just call me Master and I'll have the guards come back and unchain you." "I'd rather die," she spat out with absolute certainty. He had obviously been counting on her reaction or he would never have made the offer. "Well my dear, I can promise that when I'm through with you, you'll wish you were dead," he said and flicked his wrist, sending the whip cracking down over Tygra's bare back. Tygra bit her lip until it bled to hold in her cries of pain, damned if she'd give him the pleasure of hearing how much it hurt. But as the whip sliced across her back again and again, to the counterpoint of Frances' grunts of enjoyment, her pain overcame her willpower. Screwing up her eyes, she yelled with all her might, the physical release easing the agony momentarily. However, as the whip dug its way into her skin, creating angry welts, her strength left her and her voice fell to a whimper. Her body sagged against the fetters as the indescribable pain racked her body. Twenty lashes later, her body bruised and beaten, the whipping suddenly stopped. "Now, Tygra," Frances panted, his exertion and the pleasure he gained from it both taking their toll. "Call me Master or, so help me, I will beat you until you're an inch from death." Defeated finally and dizzy from the pain, Tygra opened her cracked and bleeding lips and whispered the one word which would save her, her voice filled with hatred and self-loathing at her own weakness, "Master." Frances smiled in satisfaction, "Good. That wasn't so difficult after all, was it? Guards! Come back in here and unchain her." The two guards entered the room again and crossed over to her. They pulled roughly at the chains, ignoring her cries of pain. Tygra searched their eyes for some hint of compassion but found only blank obedience and oblivion. "Master, what do you wish us to do with her now?" one guard asked, his eyes lowered in deference. Frances thought for a moment, his gaze taking in her wretched appearance. "Take her to the pit so the other slaves can make her presentable. My brother is coming home tonight. She is expected to dance for him. We can't have her looking like that, now can we?" "Of course not, Master." As the guards passed through the door with their captive, tears fell silently down Tygra's face. She continued to weep softly as they dragged her inexorably to the dark and distant slave-pit. [To be continued...] Tygra Ch. 3 "Bring in the new slaves," Frances said, bored. Doors open and over thirty girls on chains are pulled into the elegant rich room. "Lets get this over with, shall we?" Frances said, getting up off his throne coming to stand in front of the slaves. "All of you are here for one reason or another. All of which are because you broke the Earth laws. Now you've been brought to Rhine to carry out your sentence as slaves. The first order of business is your clothes. All of you are to strip off all your clothes." When no one moved he yelled impatiently, "Now!" Tygra stood tall, her head up, not moving. She promised herself she would never submit to slavery. Whether it's sexual slavery or labor. She especially refused to strip in front of all these men. She would rather strip in front of a hundred women. Frances came to stand in front of her as the other females took their clothing off. "Either you take your clothes off yourself or I will rip every piece of clothing from your body myself." Looking into the Frances eyes, Tygra said determinedly, "No." Flushing with anger, the Frances wrenched Tygra closer to him, tearing off her ragged blouse in the process. As she stood there, sounds of material being torn filled the air until Tygra was left standing completely naked before everyone in the room. "Now that everyone is unclothed we can continue. As you serve your time as slaves there is one important thing EVERYONE should remember. Each and every one of you are nothing more than slaves here. You will call any man 'Master'. That includes other male slaves because even the male slaves are above you. You will obey all males even if their slaves. If a male slave or male master tells you to lay down and spread your legs because they want to take you then you will do so with no questions asked. Disobeying will only cause you extreme pain. You are nothing in the eyes of males. If a man wants to chain you and beat you till you can not walk than you will let him. All males of Rhine, including male slaves, can do ANYTHING they wish without a reason. You will not ask for a reason either because they do not need one. The only reason you will ever get, is because they wished it. That is the only reason they need. There needs come before your own because you have no needs. Remember all that and you'll do fine. Your only goal for your sentence is to please and be pleasing. You have no other purpose." Coming to stand in front of Tygra again, Frances grabbed hold over her right breast in a painful grip. Staring into her eyes, he twisted her breast around pressing his index finger into her nipple. Tears slid down her face as he humiliated her in front of everyone. Her hatred for him increased as she was forced to endure as he did as he pleased to her. Then all of a sudden he grabbed hold of her long curly raven black hair and threw her to the floor, kicking her in the backside as she slid to the floor in a heap.