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Breaking Drake Ch. 01

By: TheDragoness



Drake grinned at his parents, and at the military black jeep sitting in their yard. 

"Happy Birthday, son." His dad said, throwing the keys to him. 

"Take it out for a spin!" His mother chirped. 

Drake obliged, grinning even wider as the engine purred to life. He backed out of the driveway and sped down the road.

He hit the back-country highway, wanting to test out the new car. He raced down the road, twisting and turning. He laughed out loud, reveling in the wind coursing through his dark brown hair. There was no traffic- a newer super highway had made sure of that. He dodged around the potholes, driving on both sides of the road. There was a sharp turn up ahead, but he wasn't worried. Nobody would be on this road- there never were.

Drake looked down to change the radio station, and the second he looked up he noticed a flash of silver in front of him. He jerked to the right- he was in the other car's lane- but it was too late. His car flew off the road into the trees, and Drake blacked out. 

He woke up to someone dragging him from the wreck. He hazily stared into the brown and silver flecked eyes. 

"Whaaa...?" He slurred. 

"Shhh, I'm taking you to the hospital, you'll be okay." 

His head was starting to clear, and he glanced at the remains of his brand new Jeep. 

"Crapppp..."

"I'm sure your parents will just be glad you are okay." The stranger consoled him.

Drake stared at her silver Lamborghini that had somehow escaped without any damage. The stranger, a woman in her mid-twenties with long brown hair wearing tight jeans and a worn brown leather jacket. 

"I'm really sor-" 

"Shush! Let's just get you to the hospital. Here- these should help with the headache you have, at least until we get to the hospital." 

Drake stared at the two white pills she had just shaken out, and realized that he did in fact have a really bad headache. 

"Thanks, um, ...?" He said. 

"Raell, my name is Raell." 

He swallowed them, marveling the interior of the car. The headache seemed to fad clearly, but so did the world around him...

Drake came to with his arms tied above him, a blindfold tied around his eyes and a gag in his mouth. He groaned, then started struggling. He couldn't untie his arms and the rope was tied up high above his reach. The blindfold and gag were on too tight for him to wiggle out of. He tried to scream around the gag, but the only sound that came out was a muffled groan. 

"Calm down kid." A voice muttered behind him. 

Drake responded by freaking out further. 

"Really kid, calm down! You're fine. Relax while you can." 

Drake took a deep breath, and listened. He could hear two separate people breathing. He moaned, trying to get them to free him. 

"We can't help you kid. You'll just have to sit tight until she returns..." The voice faded away, and Drake noted the fear in the guy's voice. 

A new voice- the other guy- muttered "Just do what she says and keep your head down." His voice was really hoarse, as if he'd spent hours yelling. 

Drake started to silently panic again. How had he ended up here? Why wasn't he at the hospital? Who was this "she?" Was it the girl with the Lambo? Drake tried loosening his arms again, feeling for any loose knots or frayed strands but found none. The other two guys were silent, offering no help. 

After what had to have been hours, in which Drake's arms fell asleep, he head the sharp sound of footsteps. He started struggling again, yelling into the gag. He heard a cold chuckle and the other two guys whimpering. A door slid open and Drake realized he was tied in a barn stall. Someone grabbed his throat and he struggled even harder. The blindfold was taken off, and he blinked as sharp, painful sunlight replaced the darkness. He squinted, trying to see who stood in front of him. He realized it was the Lambo girl.

"Hmmmmmpfh!" he yelled. 

Her car had been fine, why had she kidnapped him?!

"Shut up, slave." She ordered him. 

He looked around, taking the two other guys tied similar to him in the stall. Both were big guys, well-tanned and wearing leather body harnesses. They were staring at the floor and shaking slightly. Raell freed the first one, and Drake yelled for him to tackle Raell and free him and the other guy. All they heard was "Heerrrrrmmmmffffffh!!" 

Raell laughed as the big shaggy blonde guy kneeled. She stood in in front of the other guy, a brunette with apparent Native American heritage. He trembled, obviously terrified of the woman. She grabbed his collar and forced him to look up at her. 

"Are you going to behave?" She snapped the crop in her hand against his chest. 

He flinched and hoarsely whispered "Yes Mistress." She cut him down, and Drake yelped as he saw the whip lines that crisscrossed the guy's back. No wonder his voice was so broken.

Raell turned back to Drake. "Ah, the Jeep guy..." 

Drake yelled, struggling as best as he could. He kicked out at her, and watched as a cold look came over her face. 

"Fine. You want to stay there? We'll see how you feel about it tomorrow." 

With that she turned swiftly, glancing back over at the two men. "You both can stay here too. We'll be heading back tomorrow so I suggest you get good sleep." 

The men whispered back a "yes, Mistress." The door to the barn slammed shut and a bolt slid into place. Drake turned to look at the men. 

"Hummpfh?" He stared at them, hoping they'd release him. 

"Damn kid, you're lucky she didn't thrash you for that..." 

The blonde stared at him, while the brunette had curled up in the corner, his whipped back facing Drake. Drake groaned again, as his jaw was starting to really ache. 

"Here kid- that woman is Mistress Raell. She is a dragon- a beast from a different world than ours. She's got all sorts of superpowers- shapeshifting, flying, mindreading, and so on. She owns hundreds of slaves and you are her latest acquisition. I know you won't listen but struggling and fighting against her only end up with you looking like Riley back there- beaten and broken. Learn to love this live and you'll at least not suffer as much as everyone else." 

With that he curled up by Riley, and soon they were both breathing evenly, asleep. Drake struggled for a bit longer, then, finally exhausted, he painfully dozed. The night seemed to stretch on forever, as his position, his asleep arms, his aching jaw, and his tired legs all stopped him from actually falling asleep. He was glad when he noticed the sky was lightening. 

Today his parents would find him and the crazy girl would go to jail and he could celebrate turning 18 like every other 18 year old. It was full morning when the two guys awoke. They went and drank out of the water bucket in the stall. Looking over at him, the blonde cupped some water and brought it to Drake. Riley spoke up in his hoarse whisper. 

"Don't man, seriously Devon. Raell will beat the hell out of you if you help that guy without her permission." 

Devon- the blonde guy- looked over at Riley, then back at Drake. Drake gave him a pleading look, realizing how thirsty he was in that instant. The gag had caused him to drool all night and now his mouth was really dry. 

"Sorry kid, but he's right, and my skin is worth more to me still attached to my back." 

He tossed the water, then went to go kneel by the door, next to Riley. Both men adopted identical submissive postures, waiting for the return of their mistress. 

Drake awaited her return too, hoping this time she'd free him. He'd decided he'd bolt the second she cut him down, and find a phone to call the cops on. He looked up as the familiar click of her boots sounded outside the barn. She appeared and opened the stall door. She gestured for the two men to stand, and they obeyed. She walked past them over towards Drake. 

"You look tired, pet. Didn't sleep well, huh? Hope you learned not to kick then." 

She undid his gag, and Drake groaned and his jaw loosened. He worked it around, trying to unknot the muscles. Raell walked behind him, and Drake tensed as he mentally prepared to run. Instead, a tight rope was tightened around his throat. Once it was secure, his arms were finally untied. Without the support, his legs gave under him, and he yelled. His shoulders burned and his arms pricked. He felt tears well up in his eyes at both the pain and the realization that he couldn't have run away even without the rope tied around his neck. 

Raell stepped back around to his front, and forced his head up. Drake gazed into those silver-flecked brown eyes. 

"I am Mistress Raell. I now own you- you are my slave. You will do what I order you to, or you will be punished accordingly. I do not tolerate anything but submissive behavior, behave incorrectly and you will be punished. Do, say, even think anything that annoys me, and you will be punished. Am I clear?" 

Drake stared at her, his pain fading into anger. She slapped him hard. 

"Am. I. Clear?" She snarled. 

Drake remained silent. She smiled at him, and Drake shuddered as he noticed she had extra-long canines. 

"If you want to remain tied to the ceiling beam for another night, I'm perfectly willing to oblige you." 

She forced him to stand- Drake gasped at her super strength. His arms were quickly tied back together, and the rope was tossed over the beam.

"Wait! WAIT! You are perfectly clear, I totally understand, please don't tie me back here, you are completely clea-" 

"WHO is perfectly clear, slave?" Raell snarled, continuing to tighten the rope.

Drake was forced up on his toes. "You are! You are...Mistress Raell!" 

The rope stopped tightening, and Drake had to stand on the very tips of his toes to keep from putting all his weight on his shoulders. Already his shoulders were screaming in agony, and his legs were trembling. Raell patted him on the cheek. 

"Mistress Raell is right. I do not respond to 'Raell' or 'you.' I am your mistress and should be addressed as such." 

With that she strode out of the stall, leaving Drake in an even more painful position than before. The two men looked at Drake, afraid they would have to spend another night locked in the small stall. Drake felt his eyes well up. His shoulders were cramping and so were his legs, and while he could now talk freely he did not have the energy to call out. He hung from the ceiling, hoping his mistress would come back and release him.

Breaking Drake Ch. 02



Drake switched between putting his weight on his arms and on his toes. Both were unbearable but by switching he gave one or the other a little relief. It had been a few hours since Raell had left, and the sun was fully up in the sky. The three men waited, hungry and hot, for the return of their mistress. 

It was past noon when Raell once again made her appearance in the barn. Drake adopted the submissive expression of the other two slaves-no, men he mentally chided himself. He desperately wanted freedom from the ties. She threw Devon and Riley an apple each, and they thanked her before frantically devouring the fruit. She then strode over to Drake, and leaned an arm against his chest. He moaned as her extra weight strained his already agonized shoulders.

"Do you want me to free you, slave?" 

"Yes, Mistress Raell" Drake responded, willing to call her by any name if it meant he would be released, watered, and fed. 

She grinned, and with a snap of her fingers the ropes above him came undone. Drake once again collapsed, his mind going over her obvious display of supernatural powers. He stayed kneeling, waiting to see if he'd get the final apple in her hand. 

"I didn't hear a thank you, slave." 

Drake blinked, then frantically answered "I'm sorry Mistress, thank you for releasing me Mistress Raell!" 

Raell laughed at the rushed words but tossed the fruit between his legs and strode over to the other slaves. Drake thanked her again, and she responded with a short laugh. He then chowed down on the apple, savoring the flavor and the juice. He didn't notice when Raell took the two other slaves with her until the door shut and he was finished with the apple. He'd eaten the whole thing, core, seeds, and all. He then got up and dunked his head in the water bucket, sucking down the water inside.

With his thirst and some of his hunger sated, he got up to look through the bars. His legs shook and his shoulders ached, but he already felt a lot better. He peeked out of the stall, and saw the two slaves harnessing two big horses. Raell was out of site, but from the speed and fearful expressions the Devon and Riley worked with he was sure she was nearby. He looked down at the latch on the door, and felt his heart sink as he realized it was locked shut. Deciding nothing could be done and he might as well relax, he went back over to the water bucket and sat down. 

After about a half hour Drake heard the door open- he had dozed off waiting. He sprung up, feeling strength returning to his muscles. Raell stood in the door, staring at him. Too late he realized the rope she'd tied around his neck earlier was next to the door. He'd tried to get if off his neck, but the knots were too complicated and tight for him to get them undone. Now she had the end of his rope-leash and hauled on it. He stumbled forward, once again surprised by her strength. She was two thirds his size and weight yet she had no issue yanking him around. Choking, he moved towards her, and stopped only when she raised the whip in her other hand. 

"Put your arms behind your back." 

He obeyed, eyeing the whip and remembering the whip cuts across Riley's back. She stepped behind him, and in that second he bolted. He was out of the stall and running in seconds, glad that the rope around his neck had not been tied to anything, and that she had held it so loosely. He blasted past the men and the wagon, and was headed down the dirt road as fast as his feet could carry him. He had almost hit the tree line when his calf was hit by something. 

He went down hard, screaming at the sudden pain in his leg. Had he been shot? Looking down at his leg, he saw a hole on either side of his calf. He then noticed the silver metal shard floating next to him. It looked like a broad head arrow, and had a silvery nimbus surrounding it as it floated. He realized the wound in his leg was from the shard. He looked up and saw Raell walking towards him, an ice cold smile on her face. He began to struggle backwards, but stopped when she flicked her fingers and the shard floated over to his shoulder and pressed against it, pricking him. 

"So you want to run, huh? You'll be doing lots of running now, I promise you. Arms out in front." 

He complied, aware of the blood pooling around his leg. She tied his arms together, then grabbing the leash and the rope to his arms she ordered him to stand. 

"Are you crazy? I have a big gaping wound in my leg! I can't stand!" He replied. 

Raell looked at him coldly, then started walking. Drake yelled as she reached the length of his ties and he was dragged along. 

"I'll get up. I'll get up!" 

She didn't stop walking, and Drake was forced to attempt to stumble to his feet. His jeans were being shredded and his shirt was torn. When she reached the barn she tied him to the wagon, and marched over to the other two slaves. 

"Are the horses ready to go?" 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Devon, you drive. Riley, keep an eye on our runner." 

She settled down in the middle of the wagon, before suddenly springing back up. 

"OH, I almost forgot!" 

She tapped Drake on the forehead, and he yelped as he felt his leg wound heal. The scrapes did not. 

"Since you enjoy running so much, I thought I'd let you run all the way home." 

She gave him a cold grin, and settled back down. Drake added healing powers to his list of her supernatural abilities. He then realized his situation. He was tied by hands and neck to the back of the wagon. If he couldn't keep up he'd be dragged by the massive horses. Devon clucked at the horses and they started off. Drake had to jog to keep up with them. He'd been a sporty guy in high school so it wasn't that difficult to jog. What he wasn't used t was running in jeans, torn as they were. He was panting pretty quickly, but was resolute to not to call out. He was glad she hadn't taken his shoes, at least he had protection on his feet.

After about fifteen minutes of steady jogging he was breathing really hard. Riley was staring at him with an expressionless face. Drake was sure he couldn't last much longer in the heat and in his jeans. Still, he kept going. After a few minutes, he tripped and was dragged a few feet before he manages to get back upright. Raell turned and looked at him. 

"Enjoying the run?" 

She laughed softly, then noted his extremely sweaty body. 

"Whoa, Devon. Quick break." 

They stopped and Drake had to grab the wagon to keep from toppling over. Raell strode around the wagon, wielding a knife. Drake backed away, not sure what was going on.

"Stand still." She snapped. 

Drake obeyed, remembering the shard that had ripped through his leg. She grabbed his jeans and unbuckled his belt, throwing it to Riley. She then sliced Drake's jeans off him, as he protested. 

"Hey! What the hell?" 

She didn't cut his boxers off- yet- but his shirt was the next to go. Now bare-chested, wearing only his shoes, socks, and boxers, Drake felt really vulnerable. She obviously was not concerned about anyone seeing him bring dragged along behind the wagon but still, he'd never been almost nude in front of people he didn't know before. She climbed back up into the wagon, and they started off again. Drake stumbled after them, more aware that if he fell he'd really get hurt. He wasn't as hot as before, but without his jeans his dick was flopping around in his boxers, which was really awkward. 

They traveled for another fifteen minutes before Drake was once again panting really hard. They'd had to have gone at least three miles. Drake had never run this far before, and he was starting to feel weak. It didn't take long for his legs to give and for him to get dragged again. He screamed as the dirt chewed into his chest, and quickly stumbled back to his feet. He tried to run as far forward as his ties would allow, so that if he fell again he'd have time to get up before he'd get dragged. Raell noticed, and soon the wagon was moving faster as the horses moved form a trot to a canter. Drake swore as he had to sprint to keep up. 

He quickly tired, and was dragged one, two, three times. He couldn't get up at the sprint, and the second he started to get back on two feet he was yanked off his feet again by his arms. He screamed as he was dragged on his chest, and rolled on his back. The stones bit eagerly into his flesh, and he couldn't get up. He heard Raell call for them to stop and he curled up into a ball on the ground, sobbing softly. 

His whole body hurt, and he knew he had gravel and dirt embedded in his skin. He heard the crunch of boots and someone hauled him up. He kept his head down, exhausted. His long hair kept him from seeing who it was, but it had to be one of the two men. 

"Welcome to Mistress Raell's ownership." Riley whispered to him. 

Drake could only pant in reply. Raell quickly took charge.

"We can stop here briefly. Devon- let the horses drink. Riley- if the new slave doesn't run let him was out those cuts and drink. If he runs, I'll tie him back to the wagon and he can run some more." 

The two slaves obeyed, and Drake was brought over to the nearby stream. He sank down in the cold water, thankful for the numbing affect it had on his scrapes. He drank as much as he could, then laid in it. He didn't even consider running, knowing he'd spend the rest of the journey dragging behind the wagon. Who even used wagons nowadays? 

He asked Riley. 

"She uses them for fun. When she doesn't need to get from place to place in a hurry she'll take a horse because she likes it and because she can use it as a punishment. Don't obey and you get dragged along like you were." He responded. 

Drake eyed the Riley, noticing the leather collar, ankle and arm cuffs, and body harness he wore. A small leather pouch contained the man's dick and balls, and he wore heavy leather boots. Devon had on a similar outfit, Drake remembered. 

"What's with the getup?" He asked him. 

"We all wear them. The cuffs and collars are for restraint, though the harness can be used for that too. The harness is usually used for other stuff, like pulling. You'll see when we get there." Drake also noticed a scar on his chest. Looking closer, he realized it was in the shape of a dragon. 

"What is that?" He asked, pointing at it.

"It's an ownership brand. Every slave gets two- one on the chest and one on the shoulder blade." Drake stared at the man, once again terrified of what was happening to him. "Every slave is branded, has two of their bottom teeth pulled out, and has metal plates inserted into their sac." Riley went on. Drake felt a panic attack come on.

"Wh-why exactly-y?" 

"Brand is for ownership, as I said, teeth so a bit will go easily into your mouth, and the plates are for control. They can use them to electrocute your nuts, to keep you in line." 

Drake let out a strangled groan. Riley looked up as Raell called to them. 

"We gotta go, unless you want us to both run behind that wagon." 

Drake struggled to his feet, following the man who held his ties. Once out of the cold water his cuts began to sting again, and he moaned. Raell gestured for the ropes to his hands and neck and Riley handed them to her. She looked him over.

"Do you want to run some more?" 

"No, please." He whispered. 

"No, please, what?" He gave her a confused look. 

The cold expression came back and she headed back to the wagon to tie him to it.

"No, please Mistress!" He yelled, remembering, afraid she'd tie him anyways.

She turned and looked at him, and he tried to look as pathetic as he could. "Please, Mistress." He begged softly. She nodded, then beckoned him to climb on. He did so, and she tied his bonds to the seat front. Drake sat next to Riley. Too tired and sore to look around, he curled up among the crates in the back and fell asleep.



Breaking Drake Ch. 03



Drake woke up to the command "Out." 

He looked around, not sure what was going on. Once again the command was given, and this time he realized Raell was out of the wagon and they were standing in front of a massive house. He got up, but Raell was already walking away, his ties in her hand. Drake was yanked out of the wagon, right onto his scraped chest and hands. He yelled, but scrambled up. He didn't want to get dragged any more than he already had. 

He followed her around the house and to a massive barn. Inside men dressed identically to Devon and Riley hurried around. They bowed to Raell, and gave her a large breadth. She took no noticed, and continued walking. They approached the middle of the barn, where a covered arena jutted away from the barn. She led him through, towards a few platforms with large "O" structures built on them.

Watching, Drake noticed that a few women would grab a man from a nearby pen using a metal rod with clamps around one end, which reminded him a lot of the grabby toys he'd play with when he was younger. This grabber was secured around the man's neck, and he was then dragged over to a platform, where he was made to kneel and his arms were tied to pegs set in the O structure. His legs were secured using straps set into the platform. Drake realized the "O" allowed the women to adjust the men's arms as needed. Every man was completely naked, wearing not even the collars and cuffs the others wore. 

Drake was suddenly thankful for the boxers he still wore. He watched as the women then forced the men's jaws open and yanked out two bottom teeth, ignoring the agonized screams of the men. They'd then apply the brands using the red hot markers sitting in the small furnace next to the platforms. Finally, as the men hung from their ties exhausted and hurting, the women would cut open a small slit in their ball sac and insert a small flexible metal sheet with what looked like mechanical stuff on them, coated in silicon, into the slit. The slit would them be sprayed with some skin sealer, and the man would be re-clamped, untied, and put in a separate pen. Some men also had a gun like devise pressed into various pressure points in their body, and something seemed to be shot/injected into them.

The girls ignored the screaming and swearing of each man, methodically doing their job. They seemed to enjoy it, actually. Occasionally a man would try to break free of his neck-grabber, and when this happened, a girl holding a long spear-like pole would tap him with it. The spear would let out a loud "SNAP" when it came in contact with the man's skin, and he would go limp. After a few seconds Drake realized that the spear electrocuted the men, and the shock was enough to temporarily paralyze them. As their muscles relaxed, it caused intense pain. They would start moaning, as even their vocal cords were stunned. The moaning would quickly translate to screaming, but they wouldn't struggle against the grabber anymore.

Drake noticed he was being led to pen holding the men yet to go through the procedure, and immediately stopped willingly following. He threw his weight in the opposite direction, trying to drag Raell back. She did not even hesitate, waving the door open and dragging him in. She undid his neck tie, then his hand ties. Drake tried to get past her, but from behind her one of the girls hit him with the shock spear and he dropped to the ground. 

He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think for the pain he suddenly was in. Everything felt like it was cramping times one hundred. Drake moaned, trying to relax the tightened muscles. As they relaxed another bout of agony washed over him and he screamed loudly. He lay panting on the ground as the pain slowly faded, and felt his eyes well up. How had he gone from having an awesome 18th birthday to laying on the sandy ground of a pen, almost naked, in the most amount of pain he had ever been?

He slowly sat up and looked around. The walls were easily climbable, but he noticed none of the men had tried to climb them, and reasoned that they were probably electric. The shock spear women were also spaced out around the fence, ready if any even tried. Most of the men were watching Raell he noticed. They looked terrified. They had moved away from the fencing she stood at, watching the women work. Drake rubbed his neck and wrists where the rope had sliced into his skin. He then looked down and the massive scraped across his chest, stomach, and legs. Only his tattered boxers and ruined sneakers remained. He had no doubt those would be soon taken off.

He yelped as cold metal wrapped around his neck. He grabbed the steel, trying to keep it from strangling him. He was yanked upright, and forcefully marched to the pen door. He was paused once out, and Raell approached with her knife. He struggled, but the second one of the girls with the spears took a step he stopped. Raell slid the knife between his skin and his boxer straps, and he flinched at the cold touch. She grinned, then sliced his boxers off. Drake yelped, trying to cover himself. The women all laughed, and one of them picked his right foot up, forcing his sneaker and sock off, before doing the same with the other foot. Drake stood completely naked before Raell, shivering at the breeze and at his fear of this woman who did whatever she wanted to, and had the supernatural ability to do so. 

Drake was strapped down to the O platform, and shook in fear. A woman put a small canister behind his jaw, and it shot a small metal rod out, dislocating his jaw and forcing it open. Drake screamed as she pulled the first two molars from his bottom jaw out. She then removed the canister and its rod, and popped his jaw back into place. 

Next was the branding, he remembered. He struggled as he saw the girl approach with the hot metal. He couldn't budge, however, and the brand was applied to his right pectoral. He screamed again as the smell of cooked meat filled his nose and his pec burned. They then freed his left arm before re-positioning it to flatten out his shoulder blade. Drake screamed- hoarsely now as his vocal cords began to hurt- as another hot iron was applied to his left shoulder blade. The brands were held for fifteen seconds to ensure a good brand, but to Drake they felt like forever. When that step was over he hung by his wrists, awaiting the final step. He was in too much pain to care as blood dripped out of his mouth and his chest and back burned. 

He moaned as the girl cut his sac, but he didn't notice much of the rest of the insertion. He did notice when Raell gestured to the gun-device. The girl grabbed it, and the pressed it into his right shoulder. With a "POP" it inserted a small metal ball much like the metal sheet they inserted into his nut sac. Drake realized the metal balls would probably serve the same purpose Riley had told him the metal plate did- to electrocute him if he stepped out of line. They injected a ball into his shoulders, in his love handles, between his hips and groin, in his thighs, in his calves, and three pairs running up his back next to his spine. Drake was terrified by the sheer number they had put into him. 

Finally, he was clamp-collared and dragged over to the other pen. Raell intercepted the girl before he was tossed in with the other slaves. 

"I've got special plans for this one, he goes in pen 7." 

The woman nodded, and Drake stumbled as she directed him to one of the smaller pens in the arena. He was shoved inside and released, and swaying for a second, he collapsed in pain and exhaustion. He curled up on the sandy floor and almost instantly fell into the sleep of the truly exhausted.

Drake awoke with a snort, inhaling sand. He coughed, and was instantly aware how very much his body hurt. His scrapes, the brands, his jaw, his mouth, the various spots the balls had been injected into his body- it all hurt. He moaned, curling up again. 

He began to sob, tears coursing down his face. He was in pain, tired, hungry, and thirsty. His whole world had come to an abrupt and sudden change, and it wasn't for the better. It seemed like he would never be rescued from this new life, and he wasn't even sure what his new life entailed. Raell had said she had special plans for him- what plans? Would he spend the remainder of his life in agony, tied and beaten? Would he be forced to pull, like Riley said? To pull what? The amount of effort they had put into him- injecting the balls and putting him in a separate pen- seemed to indicate that he wasn't to just be killed. So what then?

Drake slowly began to look around, and noticed the water trough in his pen. He crawled-slowly- over to it. He dunked his head in the warm water, once again sucking down mouthfuls of the clean water. It relived his thirst, and steadied his mind and stomach. He then tried to stand, and was surprised that he could. He walked to the fence, and as he approached he could hear the audible hum of electricity. So he had been right about the fences be electric. 

He gazed through the bars, noting that the girls were once again pulling teeth, branding, and inserting plates into a new group of guys. Screams echoed through the arena. Drake felt a flash of concern that he was so used to hearing them that he hadn't even noticed them until now. He then watched as more black harnessed guys left the arena, and he noted that they were wearing leather bridles and had on extra leather straps connected to their harnesses. Between them was a steel and wooden object. Drake gasped as he realized that they were holding a plow. 

"So that's what he meant by 'pulling.'" Drake muttered. 

The two guys holding the plow were massive towers of muscle, and Drake noted a leaner guy following them. Drake assumed he was the guy who directed the two men and controlled the plow as the other two pulled it. Drake swallowed- what was wrong with tractors and harvesters? He groaned as his stomach gurgled, reminding him of his hunger. The apple Raell had given him seemed like forever ago. He was grateful that the forced fasting meant he didn't have to go to the bathroom, however. He paced around the pen, careful not to touch the walls. The pain was diminishing, which he was grateful for. If only they'd feed him...

After a few hours of watching everything going on around him, Drake noticed a woman headed in his direction. Closer inspection brought on the familiar brown hair and flashing eyes. He took the chance to truly look her over. Raell was not tall, but she wasn't a midget. She was probably around 5'4". She was pretty well built, and he was sure under the jeans and rolled cotton shirt she was toned. She emitted a faint silver glow, much like the sliver she had sent through his calf had around it. She had elongated canines, and Drake remembered Devon calling her a "dragon." She definitely wasn't human, but she did not look like the giant scaly beasts of legends either. If anything, she seemed like a vampire- minus their inability to be in sunlight. 

Drake backed up as Raell approached the door, his fear turning into anger. How dare this woman- creature- kidnap him and torture him! He was human, and human beings had rights! He had free will! He felt his fury crest as she smiled at him. In her hand was yet another apple. Just one apple. He was hungry enough to eat a whole cow, let alone one freaking apple. 

Raell noticed the change in her newest slave's expression. She could feel the anger curling up in him, and reading his thoughts, she grinned. She loved breaking in a new slave, and one as special as him would be fun. She gazed at the slave, aware that her gaze on his naked body only made him even madder. He was beautiful, with a lean body, long shaggy brown hair shot through with honeyed tones. Piercing green eyes drilled through the long hair, glowing with an emerald light. He could definitely pack on more muscle, but she wasn't too worried about that. He had a strong jawline, currently coated by a layer scruff from a few days of being away from a razor. Raell liked it- it made her new pet seem older than his 18 years. He was tall, probably around 6' 1" if his genetic line was anything to go by. He was to be her now pride, the perfect slave. He just didn't know it yet. Until then she was going to enjoy breaking that defiant glare he was leveling her with.



Breaking Drake Ch. 04



Drake glared at the woman looking him over like he was a slab of meat and not a human being. He then noticed the collar in her other hand, and hissed. He knew she was going to offer him the apple only if he put on the collar. The idea disgusted him. He would never subjugate himself to this bitch. She could hurt him all she wanted to- he'd never submit. She smiled at him, as if she was reading him mind. 

"Come here." She ordered. 

Drake just turned his back to her. He had enough water- he didn't need food. Humans could live without food for days, he'd be fine. Almost if on cue he heard the gurgle of water. He looked at the trough, and felt his heart sink as he saw the puddle spreading out from the open tap at the bottom. No doubt she had used telekinesis to open the tap. No matter he thought, he'd figure it out.

He turned as he heard the gate of his pen slam shut and mentally cheered- Raell had left. She had left the collar in the pen though. Drake went and picked it up, looking it over. It had no buckle like normal dog collars. Instead, at one end it had two holes, and on the other there was a flat piece of metal he was sure would click onto the holes similar to a seat belt. He tried to close the collar- the ends slid together as he thought, but did not lock. He chucked the collar out of the pen, wincing at the pain the gesture caused. 

Hours passed. The women finished up today's batch of men, and the arena was quiet. The heat was almost unbearable, and Drake felt like he was sweating his skin off. His mouth had long ago gone dry, and his hungry stomach had already caused him to throw up bile next to the trough. The smell of the baking vomit was making him want to throw up again. Still, he would not put on that collar. 

More hours. It was starting to cool off, and Drake was dozing. He snapped awake as the door to his pen opened, and Raell walked in. She didn't have an apple this time, but a bottle of water. Drake gazed at it, imagining the taste of the water. But then he saw the collar was once again in her other hand. He staggered to his feet, stumbling away from her. 

"No...o..." He croaked. 

But then again he saw the cool droplets of water that covered the bottle. He felt the dryness in his mouth. Oh, how he wanted the water. No! He chided himself. 

Raell felt the slave's resolve weaken, and almost grinned. But then it strengthened and she felt a burst of annoyance. She knew all good things took time, but she couldn't have this slave trying to kill himself to spite her. She gestured to one of the girls outside, who gave her a clamp-collar.

Drake snarled as Raell got a clamp-collar from one of the girls outside watching. So she was going to just force the collar on him! He felt a burst of triumph- she hadn't made him put it on himself.

She strode towards him, and he bolted away. But she was faster than he thought and lunged forward and clamped down on his neck. Drake struggled but felt no give. Raell called on of the girls over to hold him, and when his clamp had switched hands she walked towards him. Drake bared his teeth, fighting against the collar. He couldn't break her hold either. Frustrated, he watched Raell approach. She pulled out a length of rope, and he moved his hands away from her. She just smiled, and tossed it around his neck. He tried to flail at her, but just as he tried someone grabbed his arms. Drake yelped in shock and struggled further. However, the hands holding him were strong, and he couldn't break free. 

Raell tightened the rope collar around his neck, then nodded at the person behind him. The person jerked his left arm, and Drake yelled as the movement jostled his brand. AS he opened his mother Raell ran another loop of the same rope through his mouth, gagging him. She secured it in the same place as the loop around his neck. 

"Free him, he's tied." She told her helpers.

Drake was released and immediate tried to undo the ropes. 

"Herrrmfffhh!" 

But once again Raell had tied him with superior knots, and he couldn't free himself. He rushed Raell, trying to get the rope ends from her. She sidestepped him, and as he went by she shoved his back. Drake sprawled forward, and the second he hit the sand Raell and friends walked out of the pen, dragging Drake after them. He stumbled up, spitting sand. The rope through his mouth had earned him a mouthful of it. He tried to rush Raell again, but hit the brakes when he noticed the two girls who had helped her now had shock spears. He instead ran this way and that, pulling on the rope, trying to make Raell slip. She didn't.

The group approached a bunch of wooden posts set into the ground outside the arena. The earth around them was a mixture of sand and fine dust, and Drake's feet brought up puffs of it. The posts had rings set into them at different heights, but other than that Drake saw nothing special about them. 

He was yanked towards one of the posts. Raell threaded the length of rope she held through a ring, and Drake realized what they were for. A slave would be tied to the post, whether by using their collars, bridles, or tied roughly like he was. The leash, reins, or whatever would be threaded through a ring, and secured, forcing the slave to stand in the hot sun for any chosen length of time, unless the slave hung in place by his head or neck. Drake realized that was the real reason for the gag in his mouth- to stop him from strangling himself. Drake yelped as he was pulled against the post. 

Satisfied he was secure, Raell stepped back. She whistled, and Drake moved so he could see another girl bringing another slave over to the posts. He realized the woman was leading Riley. The man was shaking, and looked so hunched over Drake was surprised he wasn't crawling. Raell took Riley's leash and tied him next to Drake. Satisfied the two slaves were tied, the group of women left, chatting and laughing as they did. Drake glanced at Riley. The man was leaning against the post, his head resting against the rough post. 

"What did you do, man?" Drake asked as best as he could. It really sounded like "Whhhrrt ddrddd yerr drrr, mhnn?" but Riley understood. 

"I grabbed an apple out of the fridge. But I'm pretty sure I'm actually out here to answer your questions." Riley answered, his voice still sandpaper-rough. 

"I have no idea what is going on, except Raell wants me to collar myself." Drake told him.

"Huh. She usually has everyone strapped up- that is collared, cuffed, and harnessed after she has you branded and whatnot. Did she have you rigged?"

"Rigged?" Drake asked. 

"Did they inject those little balls throughout your skeleton?" 

"Yeah." 

"That's called rigging. Technically the nut plate we all get is rigging too, but since everyone gets that we call the little metal balls rigging."

"Gotcha." 

They were both quiet for a minute.

A question popped into Drake's head. "Why don't you just strangle yourself right now- the collar would work just as well as any noose, and then you won't be Raell's slave?"

Riley inhaled deeply, then answered, his already low voice even lower. "We can't die. Don't ask me how she does it- it's some supernatural power of Raell's, I'm sure. But we can't die. Not from strangulation, starvation, dehydration, cold, heat, injury, or disease. We can only die when Raell wants us to. We can't even die of old age. There are tons of guys here who were once Romans, pirates, and whatnot. I think it has to do with her healing ability, but I'm not sure. Point is, if I tried to kill myself by hanging myself from this collar, it won't work, and she'll just thrash me for trying- I can tell you that from personal experience." 

Drake glanced over at Riley's back, still covered in the whip marks he had noticed before. He realized that was why Riley's voice was so rough- not because he had been screaming, but because he had probably tried to hang himself and it had damaged his vocal cords. Riley confirmed his suspicions. 

"I tried to hang myself back at that barn, and when Devon found me, I was purple in the face, barely breathing, but very much alive and conscious. He called for a mistress and Raell responded. She was nearby due to having just kidnapped you. She arrived, trussed you up, then cut me down and thrashed me for trying. I've been around for ten years, and I was aware that we can't die, but I had to try, you know...? She healed the damage I had done to my neck, but she liked my damaged voice and left that alone. Now it reminds me of my failure, which is probably the other reason she left it damaged..." Riley faded into silence, and turned away from Drake.

Drake stared at the broken man, coming to terms with his immortality. The pair were silent for a long time, Drake thinking and Riley silently crying. Drake became aware of his intense thirst. He smacked his lips, feeling them crack and bleed. He didn't even have enough moisture in his mouth to wet them. He felt like he was baking. He knew it had to be close to evening, but the heat directly under the sun was much differently than that under the arena. The two men stood for a few hours, watching the sun drop down. They had both acquired bad sunburns, and were painfully dozing in the fading light. 

They jerked awake as the heard the crunch of approaching boots. Drake counted two pairs, and hoped they would bring water. The two women- Raell was not either of them- untied Riley and left with him. Drake waited for them to come and untie him, but they didn't. Day turned to night, and Drake once again dozed. It was like his night in the barn, except now he had to stand. Any weight on his tether cut into his face, and was really uncomfortable. Drake found the most comfortable was to simply lead his head against the pillar. He stood like this, keeping his knees locked for the whole night. He was so tired, sore, hungry, and really, really thirsty. It was just a collar- not like he had to obey any more whether he wore it or not.



Breaking Drake Ch. 05



Come morning Drake felt like he was part of the wooden post. He didn't even know how he was still standing. He heard the sound of boots walking towards him, but couldn't move to see who it was. The person untied his connection to the pole. Drake tried to turn, but his legs collapsed under him as he did. 

"Whumpffff..." He moaned. 

Someone guided a water bottle to his mouth and Drake drank greedily. 

"Easy there, don't choke." A voice murmured. 

Once the bottle was empty another was pored over him. Drake moaned as the cool water soothed his scorched skin. He glanced up, and felt a shock as his eyes met the silver flecked eyes of Raell. In her hand was the collar Drake had been contemplating all night. He had no doubt that if he rejected her now he'd spend another day on the post. But he still didn't want to submit and put it on. 

Raell waited, feeling the slave at her feet sort through his emotions. She ran a finger through his hair, feeling the grease of a few days of sweating and not washing. It has bleached a bit in the sun, and has acquired more of the honey toned streaks. His facial scruff had grown out more, and was less scruff than small beard. 

Drake reached a decision. He reached up and grabbed the collar. Raell let him have it, and he felt its weight. He felt the temptation to throw it as far as he could, but then he put in around his neck, his fingers shaking. He put the two ends together, feeling them click into place. He knew that unlike before, he wouldn't be able to separate them. He whimpered, then looked up at Raell. She smiled softly at him, before handing him a third water bottle. He took it gratefully. 

She tied him back to the post- low this time, so he could just stay where he was, before walking off. Drake stared after her, clutching the bottle. What had he done wrong? Why had she left him out here again? Why hadn't she untied the rope collar and gag? He felt like crying, but calmed himself down. He'd have to limit the water bottle, but he could last the day laying down instead of standing. 

He was just starting to move when he realized she was coming back. She held a leash and an apple in the other. Still a little worried she'd leave him tied to the pole he buried the bottle of water. She handed him the apple and Drake held it, unable to eat with the rope bit. Raell clicked the leash onto Drake's new collar, and untied him from the post. She then untied his gag, soaked from his desperate drinking. His jaw was extremely sore, and he moved it around to regain some feeling. Raell untied the rope collar next, and Drake devoured the apple. Raell laughed softly, but Drake was too happy to be angry that she was laughing at him. 

"Stand." She ordered, once he'd finished the apple and dug up the water to finish it off. 

He obeyed, albeit stiffly. She started walking, and Drake stumbled after her. He was led back to the pen he had first been tossed into. She unclipped his collar and walked off, the gate slamming after her. Drake stared after her, then checked the trough, which was once again full of water. He drank his fill of the water, then splashed water over his sunburnt back and through his greasy hair. He was sure he smelled awful and probably had a beard but he had no control over that. The sudden thought hit Drake hard. He had no control over his bathing, shaving, or self-care at all. Anger once again flooded him. Sure, she'd gotten him to put on the collar but he would not allow her to put on another thing. He wanted to shower and shave, and lord knows if he meant anything to this woman than she'd let him. Drake settle down in the middle of the pen, waiting for Raell's return. He didn't have to wait too long. 

Drake got up as Raell walked in, leash in hand. He let her snap it on, and followed her out of the pen. He was excited when they walked to what he thought had to be the showers. She directed him into one of the booths, and undid the leash. 

He stared around as the door sealed itself. Then he was hit by a jet of water. The water came from every direction, and Drake screamed as the blasts of water hit all his injuries and his sunburn. The water was cold, and after a seconds it began to burn his sunburnt skin. He could smell the soap, a husky leathery smell. After s few seconds of the burning feeling, his skin began to feel much better. He held up an arm to his eyes, and realized the water had some sunburn solution in it, which was healing his burns. He ran his hands through his hair, enjoying the blasts now that his sunburn had faded. His brands still hurt but he felt a lot better. Just as suddenly as they had started the jets of water ended and the door opened. 

Raell stood waiting, and once again Drake allowed her to clip the leash to his collar. It was the least he could do, since she had let him shower, he reasoned. She then brought him to what looked like a barber's chair, if the barber had also been a torturer. "Sit." Came the command, and Drake did. What the hell was going on? Raell stepped back and a girl seemed to suddenly appear. 

"Ohhh Raell, this one is beautiful. Look at those eyes!" The girl chirped, running her hands over Drake's face. "Are you going to behave, or do I have to strap you in?" She asked Drake. 

Drake glanced at Raell, before answering "I'll behave." 

Raell walked up and slapped Drake's face. He yelped. 

"I'll behave ma'am. Any woman not me you will call ma'am. Got it?" Drake felt his cheek flare with heat. "Yes." Raell snarled, and with a flick of her hand all the straps on the chair suddenly tightened down. 

Drake struggled, but could not budge at all. His head was even restrained by a strap over his forehead. 

"Shave his beard down to a light scruff. I'll be right back." Raell told the girl. 

She then strode off. Drake heard the barber-chick humming as she prepped her trimmers. She then started trimming Drake's overgrown beard. When she had almost finished Raell returned, holding a few strips of black leather. Drake realized that they were cuffs. He couldn't do anything as Raell clipped them onto his arms and legs. 

"Nice job on the scruff. For the hair I'd just like it trimmed an inch or so, I like the long hair." 

Barber-girl nodded and freed Drake's head. He tried to bite her, and was rewarded with a hard slap. He felt pressure against his dick and looked down to see Raell pressing one boot against his dick. 

"Move again, and you'll be feeling this. Understood, slave?" Drake snarled, and in response she added more pressure. 

Drake hissed out a "Yes, Mistresssss..." 

He held still as his hair was trimmed, and when Raell was finally satisfied with how it looked, he was set free. He glared at Raell, once again holding his leash. She then headed back to the arena, Drake unwillingly following after. She tossed him back in the pen, slamming the gate shut and walking off. Drake looked over his new cuffs. They were similar to his collar. They had a D ring embedded in them, and the same attachment system as the collar. Drake was interrupted from his study of the cuffs by the rumbling in his stomach. He snarled, know that his non-submissive behavior undoubtedly had earned him no lunch, and most likely no dinner. He went to get some water and then settled down to wait. 

Hours passed, and as Drake had thought no-one brought him lunch. Come dinner, he heard footsteps outside his pen. He got up, wary. Raell and a few girls stood outside his pen. The door opened, and Raell stepped in carrying a dog bowl. Drake felt his temper rise. He was NOT eating out of the dog bowl. Raell and two other women trapped him in between them, and wrestled his arms together, locking them together. He was leashed and then his legs were kicked out from under him. Drake bellowed in anger, struggling to get up. He was dragged on all fours over to the bowl, in which someone had placed wet dog food. A knee on his back stopped him from being able to get back up. 

"Hungry, dog?!" The women goaded him, laughing as he struggled to keep from having his face pressed into the dog food. 

"You seemed so hungry, pet." Whispered Raell's voice in his ear. "Better you realize your position now, rather than after a few days posted." 

Drake flinched at the threat. "Eat..." She whispered. 

He took a bite, and turning his head, spit it in her face. Everyone froze, staring at Drake and Raell. 

Drake was suddenly thrown through the air, slamming against the pen wall. He screamed as he was electrocuted, but then it was turned off. Held in place by supernatural forces, he watched a massive silver feathered wings spread out of Raell's back. The feathers had different tones of silver, from a very light gray to an almost black. They seemed to glow, as everything affected by Raell's powers did. A whip uncoiled from around her hand, and Drake noted the spines along it. He was terrified, all satisfaction of his spitting the dog food into Raell's face gone. She raised her arm, and brought it down hard. Drake screamed as the whip carved across his chest. 

"COUNT, SLAVE, OR I SHALL ADD EXTRA LASHES." 

Drake didn't even had to think. "ONE!" He bellowed. 

CRACK! "ONE, WHAT, SLAVE?" 

"TWO, MISTRESS!" Drake bellowed back. 

CRACK! 

"THREE, MISTRESS!"

CRACK! 

"FOUR, MISTRESS!" 

CRACK! 

"FIVE, MISTRESS!"

After CRACK five Drake's voice broke and he sounded like Riley. Raell spun him around so he now faced against the pen wall. 

CRACK!

"Six, mistress!"

CRACK!

"Seven, mistress!"

CRACK!

"Eight, mistress!"

CRACK! 

"N-nine, m-mistress!"

CRACK!

"T-te-ten, mis-mistress!"

Drake prayed that was the last one. His hopes rose as there was a pause.

CRACK!

"Eleven, mistress." He croaked. 

Raell released him, and he slumped to the ground. Drake grunted as someone grabbed his throat and forced him to their eye level. He glimpsed the silver flecked eyes, noting that her eyes were mostly silver than brown at that moment. He dropped his eyes, unable to make eye contact. 

Raell grinned, and he noted that nearly all of her teeth had changed to have sharpened points. 

Raell dragged Drake over to the dog bowl and threw him at it. 

"I expect that to be clean when I get back." Her cold voice snapped at him.

The group left, and Drake flinched at the slam of the gate. The fence once again hummed with electricity. Drake looked down at his chest- the whip stripes were about four inches apart, two on his right side and three on his left. They crisscrossed where they met, forming near perfect diamonds. He could see that the scaled whip had sliced deep, though he couldn't see any bone. They weren't bleeding either, which Drake thought was weird. He guessed it had to do with the whole inability to die Riley had told him about.

Drake stared at the dog bowl. The goop inside looked disgusting, but he did not want to feel the scaled whip carve through his skin again. He jerked as the gate opened again, and took a huge mouthful of the dog food. Someone laughed, and then another person was tossed into his pen. 

Riley stared at Drake, noting the six lines carved into his back. The ripped flesh pointed towards a dragon tail whip, Raell's specialty. The even lines almost exactly five inches apart were her specialty. He thought that she must like creating the diamond pattern. It also stopped the skin from being peeled off in areas.

Drake swallowed. The dog food wasn't actually as bad as it looked. It had a meaty flavor, and it was a little bit like meat jello. Meat jello meant for dogs. He looked over at Riley, who was staring at his new marking.

"Damn kid, Posting and now a whipping? How do you keep fucking up this badly?"

Drake cleared his throat. "I spit dog food in Raell's face." 

Riley stared at the boy.

"I'm sorry? You did what, exactly? Are you insane?! You do realize that SHE IS NOT HUMAN?!"

Drake flinched. "I'm a bit more aware now, yeah. Now, if you don't mind, I apparently have to eat the rest of this gunk before Raell comes back, unless I want to find out what else she can do to me."

Riley shook his head. If he had done that Raell would have whipped him until he no skin left. This kid must be something special to the dragon. He felt sorry for the huddled boy in front of him, knowing his life was not going to be an easy one.

Drake swallowed the last mouthful of dog food. At least it had filled his stomach. He felt a bit queasy, and went to get some water. Riley spoke up before he got there.

"As demeaning as this is, I'd lick to the bowl too. She'll thrash you if she sees even the slightest remain of the dog food." 

Drake looked at him, and decided he was probably right. Grabbing the bowl he licked up the greasy liquid at the bottom. He almost choked on the oily fluid. Finally he decided the bowl was as clean as he could get it. He got a mouthful of water, and swished it around. He almost spit it out in surprise as the gate slammed open.



Breaking Drake Ch. 06



Raell strode into the pen. She glanced at the bowl and noted that it was in fact completely clean. She then looked at the older slave. He was kneeled, trembling, on his knees. The source of all her attention was coughing up the water he had swallowed the second she had burst in. She went and sat on the kneeling slave. 

Drake watched Raell sit on Riley, unsure of what she wanted. He had cleaned the bowl like she wanted. 

"Come here, pet." Raell ordered.

Drake obeyed, the throbbing stripes on his skin reminding him that it was a better idea to obey. Raell ran a hand through his hair, and he found he enjoyed the relaxing feeling. Too late he realized it was in fact a trap. A clamp-collar tightened around his neck.

"Thanks, Jess." Raell spoke, nodding at the girl who had collared Drake.

Drake didn't bother struggling, he'd learned by now that he couldn't break free of the clamp. He was walked out towards the posts. Panicking, he twisted to look at Raell. 

"Mistress, what did I do wrong? Please, please don't post me again! Pleaseeee!" He plead and begged, trying to think of what he had done wrong. He understand punishing him when he had disobeyed or broken a rule, but punishing him for no reason just wasn't fair. 

They dragged Drake past the posts and he let out a sigh of relief. He looked around, staring at the farmland that stretched off into the distance. At different intervals he could see the teams of slaves pulling the plows. The occasional CRACK of a whip was heard, as the women watching the teams had to encourage them to keep pulling. Drake involuntarily flinched with each snap, the stripes in his flesh burning in sympathy.

The group approached another barn, this one not nearly as big as the first but still similar. Drake watched as a group of slaves kneeled, stood, and sat in different positions at the command of a group of women, who snapped orders and snapped crops against flesh if a slave was not preforming the ordered position correctly. 

Drake realized that this was the training barn. The slaves he had watched thrown into the pen after being branded and such were then brought here. He was put into pen much like the one he had been in mere minutes ago. The clamp was undone and the women left. 

Drake got up from where he had been tossed. Looking around he noticed multiple pens full of men. Some were fully naked, others wore the now familiar black harnesses. Drake wondered when Raell would force him to wear one too. Why was he being treated so differently than the other slaves? 

Looking out Drake noticed a woman pulling a slave towards his pen. He stared in shock as he realized that the slave had a ring that went around and through his bottom jaw, which is what she was pulling him by. Drake watched as the pair walked by, trying to imagine how painful it must have been for the slave when they put the ring in. How did he eat?

A loud snarl caught his attention and he watched as two women dragged in a beefy slave. Drake stared at the two rings that pierced his cheeks, and the reins linked to them. The slave was bucking to throw the woman on his back off. A strange saddle-like contraption was buckled on him, and the girl was perched on it. Her feet dangled down by his groin, and Drake realized that she was spurred and that when he jerked against the reins in her hand she would brutally kick him.

The two women dragging the slave in each held a coil of rope which were tied around the man's thick neck. They strained against the ropes, as the slave pulled back. Hearing the crunch of boots against the gravelly floor, Drake noticed Raell striding towards the man. The group noticed too. Raell grabbed both of the rope ties, and gestured at the woman.

"Let me take him, Lynn. Let's see how he does with me on his back."

The rider- Lynn, got off, and Raell snapped at the slave.

"Down."

The slave looked at the smaller woman standing before him, and snorted. Raell smiled, and snapping her fingers the slave bellowed and grabbed his groin, falling on his knees. Drake stared, fascinated, as he realized he was seeing the shock plate at work. Seeing how much pain the bull of a man was in from just the plate in his sac, Drake felt a flash of fear for the inevitable time Raell would snap her fingers and all the rigging in his body would shock him. 

The pain seemed to cease as Raell swung up onto the saddle. She tugged on the reins, but the slave did not move. Raell "summoned" a crop to her hand, and Drake noted the spines on it. Maybe all the instruments she created out of thin air were scaled? Raell snapped the crop down hard on the slave's ass, and he yelped. She jerked the reins, putting steady pressure on them, and the slave slowly stood up, groaning at the constant pain. Turning him towards the fields, she clucked and kicked lightly.

The three woman stared as Raell rode the slave in random patterns, then brought him back in. She dismounted and handed the reins to them. 

"Post him. Use the reins and don't take the tack off. Let's see how long it takes 459 here to realize that he's better off listening to the rider on his back."

The slave gave Raell a terrified look, but went meekly with the women. Raell turned and looked over at Drake's pen. Drake gazed back, puzzling over her use of the numbers instead of a name. He felt a flash of fear as he saw anger appear on her face. Raell strode towards his pen, and Drake backed up.

"Let's make something clear, slave. The next time I see you looking at me, and not looking down submissively like you should, I'll be trussing you up next to 459 over there. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." Drake looked down, really not wanting to spend a day tied to a pole.

Raell felt a thrill of joy as she noted his non-hesitant use of her title. He was starting to come around, starting to submit to the genes so carefully bred into him. Oh, if only he know just how special he was. How many decades of work she had spent on him. She mentally sighed. But he couldn't know, not yet at least.

Tomorrow he'd start the brutal physical training, and start learning all the commands and positions. No doubt he'd try to rebel again, and she'd have to punish him again. If only he'd just submit and learn to enjoy servitude. She sighed. Men. They simply did not understand that it was their job to tend to women, and not the other way around.

Drake remained looking down until he heard Raell walk off. He then settled down on the ground, listening to the occasional thwacks and yelps of the slaves, and pondering the next step in his introduction to his life as a slave.

Drake woke up to the gate opening. A woman set a dog bowl into his pen, and Drake sighed as he saw that it once again help dog food. She gave him a hard look and he looked down, sure that she would report him to Raell if he acted up. He grabbed the bowl, and scooped a handful of food out.

"I wasn't aware that dogs ate with their hands." 

Drake glanced up at the voice, and promptly looked back down. The silvered eyes had made him remember her warning yesterday. They still hadn't brought back- what was his number? - 459.

"If someone feeds you with a dog bowl, on the ground, you eat like a dog. Or, if that is too difficult, you don't eat. Understood?"

Her voice snapped him back. "Yes, Mistress." He muttered. But he knew he shouldn't be surprised. Every chance the women got to humiliate the men, they did. Still, he didn't have to enjoy it. 

Drake wiped his hand on the bowl, and aware Raell was still watching, lowered his face into the bowl. He suddenly wondered if she didn't come in the pen while he was eating after he had spit the dog food yesterday at her. Almost in response to this thought she snarled. Drake waited for her to come in and punish him, but when she didn't he kept eating. He licked the bowl clean, than went to drink. 

"I wasn't aware horses drank using their hooves."

Drake sighed. 

The water in the trough froze. 

"Whaa..?"

Raell stared at him with cold eyes. "I'm sorry, is it a pain, being a slave? Is it tiring? Does it take too much effort? Newsflash. I, and every other woman her, DO NOT CARE. Sighing, whining, and other annoying sounds are punishable. You are here to serve, and it is an honor to do so!"

Drake hesitated, not sure how to respond. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

She opened the gate and he kept his head down, trying to keep from trembling. What punishment had he earned now? Posting? A whipping? Something worse?

Instead she clipped a leash to his collar. She guided him out of the pen, and towards a computer set up.

"About time you got a number like everyone else, slave."

"A number, mistress?"

"Every slave here is given an ID made up for nine numbers. Typically slaves are called by the last three numbers of that ID, like number 459 yesterday."

Drake felt anger start to rumble up through his body. They had to take his name too?! Would he not be allowed even the slightest right? They weren't even being treated like humans, but like animals!

Raell tied Drake to a post by the computer, but too far away for him to see the computer

Raell keyed in her password to the computer. She then opened her "Operation Perfection" file. 

Different files appeared, and she clicked "The Faravelli Line" which opened up a massive family tree. Had Drake been able to see the screen, he would have seen what every ancestor of his looked like.

Raell scrolled to the bottom, where the latest line of her project appeared. Drake's picture stared back, next to a few of his closest cousins, whom Raell had deemed not as good as him. Most slave numbers were generated by the system, but Drake's number had been given to him when he had been born.

758-777-733.

She printed the number, etched onto a curved piece of metal. Closing down her account, she brought it over to Drake.

"Number 758-777-733. Better memorize those, slave."

She then pressed it against his collar, where it clicked into place. Drake felt his temper rising once again. 

Allowing the anger to take control, he sneeringly asked, "Why can't we just be called by our actual names, mistress?" 

Raell turned towards him, eyes flashing. 

"Because then I would have a hundred Johns, a hundred Lukes, a hundred Coles. Numbers make everyone easy to keep track of." 

She turned back, and strode off, temper rising. Drake followed, not that he had a choice, more aware than ever of the cuffs and collar he wore. 

Raell brought Drake back to his pen, then whistled at someone. He heard the steady steps of one person and the stumbling of another. A women came up, dragging Riley. Drake noticed the number on his collar, surprised he hadn't noticed it before. 257-395-510. Riley was thrown in, and Raell and the other woman left.

"You doing okay, kid?" Riley asked. 

"Yeah. Got my number today. All I remember is it had a lot of sevens in it. Why do were need a number?"

Riley sighed. "They number us because it takes away who we are. We aren't a person, we become a slave, an object. It changes your mentality, when you start answering to a number instead of a name."

"But Raell called you and Devon by your actual names back at that small barn!"

"Raell is different. She can read minds, and therefore know everyone's actual names. I think in reality she prefers names over number, but if she really wants to demean you, she'll call you by your number. The numbers are really for the computer, which keeps track of us all."

"How?"

"Tracker. Each collar has one. The leather has a steel wire mesh in it to stop you from being able to cut through the leather, and it also has different devices-like the tracker- in it. The harness and cuffs have similar mesh systems in them. Not sure if they have anything mechanical in them."

Drake pondered this new knowledge. "So now what are they going to do? To me, that is. What happens next?"

"Well, you'd get a harness, and then they'd start training you. Positions, commands, how to do different things. You also get body conditioning. That's the brutal part. Running, lifting, pulling. The whole nine yards. It's basically hell for a bit. But once they are happy with your body size, they stop with the extreme training. Then they specialize you for whatever you are destined to be." 

Training. Conditioning. Specialization. Drake suddenly feared his future.

"What sort of positions?" 

Riley gestured at the pen where the occasional yelp of pain came from. "Kneeling, standing at attention, how to bow, etc. Some of the positions they will teach you are called command positions, while others are event positions. Command positions are the ones that are given through commands, while event positions are the ones used in everyday life. You'll see what I mean."

The two slaves were quiet for a while. The sun was reaching its zenith and the temperature in the pen was rising. Drake watched as slaves come and went, as women strode by, as even a few leather-clad men went by. They puzzled them until he realized that they were the male counterparts of the women. They seemed to direct a lot of the mass slave trainings, and Drake often heard their bellowed orders echo through the arena.

Around noon a woman opened the gate and tossed in two food bowls, then proceeded to fill them up with a grainy-mushy goop. Drake was relieved it wasn't dog food, but it didn't look any more appetizing. The woman hung around, no doubt making sure Drake ate the stuff without his hands. He was surprised to find that the grain feed wasn't that bad, and it tasted a lot like wet bread. 

When the two were done she collected the bowls, and walked off.

"What was that?"

"Mashed grains. Nobody really knows. It's similar to wet pet food, so most of us call it wet human food, or WHF. There's rumors that it's wet because they mix certain... ingredients in it, but I think it'd be hard for them to... milk... that many slaves, if you get what I mean."

Drake immediately had to wash his mouth out. Riley stared after him, glad he hadn't mentioned that it was pretty common practice for slaves to be made to come in their feed before being allowed to eat the mash.

Drake noticed that they were bringing in the big slave from yesterday- 459. He had massive sunburns and Drake could tell that he was wobbling. There were raw pieces of skin where the saddle and its straps had cut into his skin, and he was bleeding where the rings pierced in his face were. He didn't pull back or struggle like he had before, but instead stumbled behind the woman who led him. His eyes stayed firmly on the ground, and his head bent. Drake watched him go by, promising himself that he'd never look like that.

In her office, Raell grinned.



Breaking Drake Ch. 07



Come evening Drake awoke from his dozing by the nearby bellowing of one of the male... trainers? Drake got up to see what was going on. One of the men was pulling a slightly build boy through the arena. Drake figured the boy was around his own age. He was struggling, his face etched in a snarl, but he couldn't free his sandy blonde hair from the bigger man's grip.

"Let's make something clear here lads! We do not tolerate rebellions. We have more than enough ways to handle a rebellion, and Raell loves to torture you rebellious types. Even being found talking about rebellion merits a good punishment here."

The big man spun around, making sure all the slave pens were watching. Another two trainers joined him, bringing a wooden barrel-like structure. The boy was trussed over it, his ass in the air. Drake heard a sharp intake of breath and looked over at Riley, whose face had paled. 

"What?"

"You'll see soon enough."

The men undid the strap that ran in a "Y" down the front and ended as the single strap in the back, baring the boy's ass. One of the men grabbed a handful of the sandy hair.

"Ever put anything in your ass, slave?"

"Hell no. I'm not gay! Let me the fuck go! What is wrong with you mother fuckers!?"

He continued to swear at them, but Drake was paying more attention to the man at the other end of the boy. He had undone the zipper on his jeans and a massive and thick cock hung free. 

"Noooooo..." Drake whispered, as the man positioned himself.

Just as the boy let loose a new bout of swearing, the man thrusted forward, impaling the youth on his massive instrument. 

"WHATTHEFUCKNOGETOUTOFMYASS!!"

The men all laughed at the boy's struggling and swearing, and were unzipping their own pants, revealing two more equally large and thick dicks. 

The man standing at the boy's head slapped his cock across the boy's face. 

"Here boy, you seem to need something to wash your mouth out with."

The slave tried to bite the trainer's dick, and was rewarded with a hell of a slap. At the other end, the thrusting man was reaching his peak. He bellowed as he came inside the slave, who in turn swore some more. The youth groaned as the man extracted his dick, thinking the humiliation and pain was over. Unbeknownst to him the third man had replaced his first rapist's place. He screamed as his ass was once again invaded. The second he opened his mouth to scream the first trainer slammed his member deep in the boy's throat.

"HERMMMFFFFF!!"

"Ohhh yeah boy, suck my dick, there you go. No teeth boy!"

Another resounding slap echoed around the arena, and Drake noticed a lot of the men in the larger pens flinched at it. Riley jerked as well. Drake shot him a questioning look, and realized the other man had gone white.

"You okay Riley?"

"Y-yeah. This just brings back some not very fond memories."

Another slap brought Drake's attention back to the scene in front of him. The third man was reaching his climax, and another bellow reverberated around the arena. The first guy was thrusting deep into the slave's throat, ignoring the boy's choking. 

"Damn you feel good boy. Such a shame Raell won't let us keep you. Seems like such a waste to send such pretty ass out to the field!"

"That could be arranged if you'd ask."

Drake, and everyone else, jumped at the quiet yet powerful voice. Raell stepped out of the shadows, where she had watched the entire rape.

"How about a deal, James? You can have all the rebellion starters, like this one here, until you are done with them or have a new fuck toy to play with. When that happens they head off to whatever position assigned. Deal?"

The first trainer- James, Drake guessed- grinned.

"Hell yeah you have a deal! Hear that, boy? I do get to keep you!" He let out a little yelp. SMACK! 

"I SAID NO TEETH!" SMACK! 

Raell snorted, and tossed one of the other trainers something. "Here Zack. When it's your turn to face fuck him use this. James may be too stubborn to prevent a slave from chewing on his dick but in case you're a bit smarter, use this. She then turned and walked off. 

James continued thrusting hard, his hands in the slave's mouth as well, keeping the boy's jaws apart. His grunting intensified and soon enough he was bellowing in pleasure. The slave gagged, but the girth of James's cock prevented him from spitting the cum out of his mouth.

"Swallow boy! Better get used to that taste. 

You're gonna learn to enjoy it."

The other two trainers- Zack and the third- cut the boy free. The slave scrambled to his feet, and tied to rush past James. James snagged him easily, and threw him onto the ground. Zack, once again supporting a rock hard cock, flipped him onto his back, and drawing the slave's pelvis towards him, plunged his dick back into the boy's ass. James planted a boot on the side of the slave's face, and the third trainer watched, stroking his own boner.

"Damn he's got a tight ass, right Austin?"

"Ha ha ha! Damn right Zack. James you need to ram that mega cock of yours in there before Zack stretches him out any more."

The slave struggled, unable to break the grip of the man plunging in and out of his ass or lift the boot resting along his jaw. He was tiring, Drake noticed. Austin, the third trainer, knelt and grabbed one of his hands and brought it to his dick. 

"Stroke, slave."

The boy instead tried to claw at the man, and was rewarded with yet another heavy pawed slap cross his face. 

"Submit, boy. Are you going to submit?"

Reaching over, Austin grabbed the slave's hair and pulled his head up as James removed his boot. The slave stared down his stomach to where Zack was still plunging in and out of his ass. Zack grabbed his dick and balls, stretching them away from his body, and he let out a moan.

SMACK!

"I asked you a question, boy!"

The slave rolled his eyes over to look at Austin.

"N-no-no. Never!"

Drake noted his trembling, and how he couldn't keep eye contact with the man who had only moments before been buried to the balls in his ass. He was tiring, but he kept struggling, swiping at the bigger men who circled him like sharks. 

Pulling out slowly, Zack groaned.

"Get him up. Let's put him on top."

James laughed and grabbing a handful of sandy hair yanked the slave up to his knees. Zack laid down, and James dragged the boy over to him. The slave struggled, fighting hard against the man. Austin reached down and grabbed his dick, and pulling forced the boy over on top of Zack. The slave was crying now, from both the pain and from the humiliation. Two massive hands shoved him down on the man's dick, and he hung his head as he was bounced like a basketball up and down the massive length. 

"Oh YEAHHHHH!" Cried Zack, and he slammed his cock deep into the slave. "Seriously James, get down here."

James traded spots with Zack, and grabbing the slave's hips, guided his dripping ass over his once again swollen member. The slave moaned as he was speared once again. He was limp, worn out from his struggling and fighting. Once again Austin guided the boy's hand to his cock.

"Stroke."

The hand shook, but wrapped around his cock. On the other side Zack put the slave's other hand to work stroking his swelling cock. The boy looked so defeated, so broken. He seemed to have given up, sliding up and down and stroking the cocks that surrounded him. Austin moved to stand over James, so that the slave's mouth was near his dick.

"Suck."

The boy hesitated. SMACK! 

"Suck."

He leaned forward, and began to suck on the man's head, tears dripping down his bruised and swollen face. Austin grabbed the back of his head and forced his full length down his throat.

"This is how you suck. I want you to taste your ass all over my cock. Clean yourself off me!"

The slave did so, choking and gagging. Zack switched places with Austin and the slave cleaned off his dick as well. Beneath them, James was grunting and finally slammed himself all the way in and bellowed.

"FUCK he feels good."

Scrambling up, he put his now limp dick near the slave's head, who began to clean it off without even being ordered. The men grinned, and Drake mentally compared to the exhausted and broken slave to the struggling and swearing boy he had been only minutes before. James grabbed the boy's hair, and pulled his head up, laughing at the fluids coating his face. 

"We made a right mess of you kid. But I think this look suits you so much better, huh guys?

The trio laughed, and walked off, dragging the slave with them. All the men in the pens watched them leave, terrified that they'd come back and pick them out to fuck next. Drake turned back to Riley, who was still white as a sheet.

"Hey. What's wrong? You look like they fucked you- Oh." 

Riley nodded. "Yeah. It wasn't those three that got me, but they all pretty much follow the same pattern. Find the leader of the pen, drag him to the central point, and fuck the living hell out of him." He turned away, trembling slightly.

"Damn... What are they going to do to him?"

"Probably clean him up then chain him to something in their room and take turns fucking the shit out of him until cum comes out of his ears, if it's anything like I remember."

Drake gulped. What kind of hell-hole had he been forced into?



Breaking Drake Ch. 08



The two men slept badly, dreaming of screams and groans. Drake twitched on the sandy ground, imagining the scaled whip snapping and tearing through his skin once again. He woke up with a start, panicking and hyperventilating. He laid on the ground, trying to calm his breathing down. He looked over at Riley, who was twitching in the throes of his own nightmares.

The sun was just rising, and the arena was quiet, besides the occasional snort from one of the large pens. Drake watched as a female trainer and a handful of slaves carrying large feed bags walked around the pens, dumping a bag in every pen. The men snorted awake, and scrambled to get some of the feed out of the long troughs. Drake couldn't help but think of the cattle he had seen eating out of similar feeders. Drake's own stomach growled as he watched the men eat.

Raell looked over the different pens. Perched up in the rafters, she had a pretty good view. He eyes drifted over the two slaves set apart from everyone else. It's about time he goes in with everyone else, she thought. Can't have him thinking he's special. Movement caught her eye and she watched James, Zack, and Austin strut out of their barrack. All three were grinning, and her keen sense of smell easily caught a whiff of arousal. Recalling the blonde slave last night she smiled. Looks like they were using him in full. She gazed around the arena once more, before casually stepping off her perch.

WHOMPFFF!

Drake jerked around, staring at the creature that has dropped out of nowhere. Raell was crouched, her wings spread out, the tips touching the ground. Her wings were probably thirty feet from tip to tip. 

"Good lord Raell! You scared the ever loving hell out of us, coming out of nowhere like that! Did you watch Batman last night or something?!" James swore, one hand over his racing heart.

Drake laughed softly, and the men and Raell turned to look at him. 

"Oh shit..." He whispered.

They walked over to his pen, Raell simply flapping once to leap over the rail while the men slammed the door open. Riley woke up with a snort, then let out a terrified yelp as he realized who all were in his pen.

"That funny, slave?!"

"Seeing Raell should have you trembling and crawling in the sand, not laughing at those above you!"

The three men circled Drake, who stared at them trembling, not sure how to act. Zack swing a fist into his stomach, and Drake crumpled to the ground. 

"Slaves KNEEL before their betters! Slaves BOW before their mistress!" 

Raell stepped forward, and the men backed up to give her space.

"I think it's about time you joined the rest of your species, don't you think?" She crooned softly, before grabbing a handful of his hair and jerking his head up. "Can't have you thinking you are something special."

Drake trembled, keeping his eyes on the ground.

"Are you special, slave?"

"No, Mistress!"

"What are you, exactly?"

Drake choked. His eyes were tearing up from the pain in his stomach and from the hairs Raell was pulling out.

"I said, what are you, exactly?"

"I'm, I'm a s-slave, Mis-Mistress."

"That's what I thought." She shoved his head back to the ground. Looking over at the three trainers, she gestured at Drake. "When you herd the others out take this one with you. He needs basic training." As she walked out, she muttered to the men "And if you touch his ass with those logs you keep between your legs you'll end up in one of those pens yourself." 

The three exchanged looks. Raell had never threatened them before. What was so special about this slave? He was really good looking, though he could use a bit more muscling. Had Raell taken a slave as her lover?

Raell heard the thought as it ran through the trainers' minds. She growled angrily, and almost turned around to correct them. She decided to let it go- they'd find out the slave's true purpose eventually. 

The trainers glanced at the slave once more, before headed out. They had to shepherd a few pens of slaves into the main training arena. Austin grabbed Drake's collar and pulled him along, the same he would have a misbehaving dog.

Drake struggled along, the grip on the back of the collar keeping from being able to stand up. 

Instead he scrambled along on his hands, choking when he slipped. The men collected shock spears, and set about opening each pen, and directing the slaves within. A few female trainers helped, but it was clear that the men had control over the slaves. Drake was dragged along as they cleared every pen, aware of the curious and fearful eyes on him. He knew the images from last night's show were fresh on their minds and that they probably thought they were going to watch him be the next victim. He prayed that he wasn't going to be.

Finally, the last pen was guided into the main area. Drake stared at the perfectly aligned rows of slaves, each in the same position. They were kneeling, with their heads bowed to the ground, and their arms placed behind their backs. The female trainers were walking around, correcting any mistakes with a smack of their crops and a quick order. 

Drake was tossed in the front, filling up an empty space. He looked at his neighbor, then tried to copy his stance.

Smack! "Head down lower."

Drake flinched at the smack, but lowered his head. This was awful. He was glad he didn't have on the harness the others did, thinking how the strap that ran up the butt would be giving everyone a painful wedgie. 

Drake's afternoon consisted of learning different positions. He learned how to bow whenever Raell walked into the room, how to stand at attention, and the different command positions. They would do flash tests where they would call out orders in a quick succession, and the trainers would walk around inspecting. Other times they would call out specific orders and then say "lock." Drake quickly learned that "lock" meant that he could not move from the set position for any reason, until he was given a new order or told to relax. 

Finally, after what had to have ben hours, the training session seemed to be wrapping up. The slaves were all told to get a drink and two of the feed troughs were filled up with lunch. The trainers left, locking the gates behind them. 

Drake watched as the slaves gathered round the different troughs, pushing and shoving to be able to get some of the food. He gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, before dunking his head in the water. His stomach rumbled, and he glanced over at the feed troughs. The fighting had calmed, and there was more room now that most of the men had eaten their fill of the feed. 

"Yum." Drake muttered to himself before dipping his head in the trough. It had a beefy flavor this time. Ground up roast maybe? Regardless, it filled him up and stopped the grumbling stomach. 

Finished, Drake observed everyone around him. The majority of the men were young, probably in their early twenties. There were men of every race, though whites outnumbered every else. The few older men were probably in their late twenties to early thirties. Everyone was collared, cuffed, and harnessed. Drake noticed the only difference to the outfits were some of the men had a leather pouch that contained their junk, while other didn't. The slaves seemed too miserable to care that they were either nearly nude or actually nude. Drake realized that even he had gotten used to his nudity. 

Drake approached one of the covered men, hoping to find out why some men were "clothed" while others were not. 

"Um, hey man. Can I ask you a question?"

The man he had picked out was a bit older, with short brown hair. 

"What's up?"

"Why are you, um, dressed differently than most everyone else?"

"I could ask you the same question. I'm wearing the holster, the leather cover up, because it's been determined that I'm 'broken." That is, it's been decided that I do not pose an escape or rebellion risk. I do what they say, I bow and kneel as called for, I have realized th-that it's just eas-easier to do wh-what they want me to..."

Drake watched as the man crumpled in on himself. God, I never want to be like him, he thought.

The guy looked up at Drake. "So, ahem, wh-why aren't you wearing a h-harness?"

"In all honesty, I have no idea, man. I can't tell if Rae-"

The slave flinched hard. "Mistress Raell! If they hear you calling her by her name only, they'll beat you!"

"Jez. Sorry! I can't tell if Mistress Raell has plans for me or if she just enjoys treating me differently than you all." A thought hit him. "How does she capture you guys? Is there any pattern to who she kidnaps?"

"She gets us from different places. She doesn't actually capture us, she has teams of women that do the kidnapping. As for who she selects, the women usually pick them out too. The teams call Mistress Raell when they have a 'potential slave,' and if she accepts they team will kidnap their victim. The way they kidnap depends on the situation. In bars they simply coax the selected man to go home with them, on the streets they usually inject him with a sedative and shove him into a waiting car, and at work they set up a meeting and drug the man then carry him out. I'm sure they have dozens of ways to handle different situations, those are just the ones I've heard."

"So R- Mistress Raell never actually goes out and picks out a slave herself?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

Drake turned away, wondering why Mistress Raell had captured him herself. Had the accident with his Jeep and her Lambo been unintentional, and bad luck had put him in this pen? Or had she been waiting for him to mess up so that she could swoop in and turn him into her slave?

He looked up as the gates once again slammed open, and the trainers walked back in. Drake felt his heart sink. They were going to do a round two?

The slaves lined up again. Drake listened to the smacks and yelps of the slaves who did not assume the correct position. One of the trainers- Drake didn't know who- stopped in front of him. Drake waited for the corrective order and the painful stripe of the crop.

"All right boys. Plank position!"

Drake looked around as the men got into the plank position. He followed suit, and remembered Riley telling him about body conditioning. No doubt that's what they were doing now. 

Pushups. Planks. Various stretches. They ran laps, they did crunches, they worked out until Drake was trembling and couldn't do anymore. He collapsed in the sand. Almost instantly...

CRACK!

"Get up you worthless piece of shit! You aren't a man, you're just a waste of space. Get the hell up!"

CRACK!

Drake rose up on trembling arms, trying to fend off the painful blows. He stumbled on, trying to keep up the jog as the trainers ordered. The trainer, a stocky blonde woman, kept up her own jog next to him. She peeled off after a minute, but watched him half jog, half stumble his way around the pen. He could feel his legs failing, as the muscles were trembling and burning. He was crying softly, and the sobs only made his forced jog worse. He couldn't get enough air, his throat was closing up, if he stopped they were going to beat him.

He stumbled. 

His right leg gave out, and Drake hit the ground. He immediately tried to get up, waiting for the blows. The slaves ran around him, kicking sand in his face. A hand reached out of the sea of legs, grabbing his collar and dragging him free. Drake could only pant and tremble. He knew they were going to beat him and whip him and post him. 

However, Drake was simply dragged to a separate space in the pen and dumped on the ground.

He couldn't move, as every muscle in his body was completely exhausted. Someone dropped a cold rag on his face, and Drake slurped at the drips of water that ran down his face. Someone hauled him to his feet by his collar, and Drake hung from their grip. 

"Not so special after all, huh slave?"

Drake trembled at that voice. To any other free human being it would be a voice of bells, but to him and his fellow slaves, it was a voice of pain.

"No, Mistress."

Raell laughed, then released her grip. Drake crumpled to the ground and forced his exhausted body to bow before her. His butt sat on his heels, which touched, and his knees were spread. His forehead touched the ground, and his hands were placed next to it, with his elbows set against his knees. The slaves called it the diamond position, as his head, knees, and butt created a human diamond shape. The trainers called it the Dragon bow.

"Very good, slave. I see you're taking to your training well. Such a shame you can't do the physical training with the same passion."

Drake swallowed, sure she was going to thrash him.

"Well, you obviously aren't anything special. And I had such hopes."

She grabbed his collar and hauled him back to his feet. 

"Stand."

Drake locked his knees and remained upright, arms behind back and looking down. 

"Let me ask you again, slave. And answer me truthfully. Do you think you are special?"

Drake thought about it. He'd been kidnapped differently, had been introduced to the slave life differently, and had gotten Raell's personal attention enough that he did think that he was special. However, he was sure that a yes would be the wrong answer.

"No, Mistress." He repeated.

"Bullshit. I know you think you are special. You've been kept apart from everyone, you aren't wearing a harness, and I kidnapped you, not my teams. Why wouldn't you think you were special?"

Drake didn't know how to answer, so kept quiet. He kept thinking about how the slave he had talked to earlier had looked, so broken and worn down. He felt a flash of anger. He wouldn't break, he wouldn't give up. He'd do what they said, but he wouldn't do so willingly.

Raell laughed to herself, looking at the slave before her. He was shaking and was wavering side to side, his eyes on the ground. She could feel the anger curling through him, but she could also feel the fear that had taken hold. She grinned and turned on her heel, leaving him standing.



Breaking Drake Ch. 09



Drake was exhausted. His whole body throbbed, and every muscle felt like jello. He'd been herded back with all the other slaves to the smaller sleeping pens. He'd wondered if he was supposed to go back to his original pen as they walked past it, but the trainers made no move to put him back in. Once back he looked around the pen he had been put in. There were around 25 guys in his pen. He watched the same female trainer as before come around with the feedbag carrying slaves. Drake sat on the ground, watching as the feeding frenzy started again.

The anger from his encounter with Raell returned twofold.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT YOU ARE FEEDING US?! I WANT REAL FOOD! I WANT COLD WATER! I WANT TO GO HOME!"

The stall door slammed open, and six of the trainers came in. The slaves in the pen backed away, terrified. 

Drake stared the trainers down, furious. "I am Raell's special slave! She kept me in a separate pen, she caught me herself! I WANT REAL FOOD!!"

The trainers ignored his claims and clamp collared him, dragging a struggling Drake out.

"What the hell is going on?"

The trainers and Drake turned around, and Drake felt his stomach drop as the silvered eyes glared at him.

"My special slave? You are NOT my special slave!" 

Raell snapped her fingers, and Drake felt his body explode into pain. He knew he was feeling the rigging system in action. The small balls were creating an electrical current, causing his body to spasm and twist unnaturally.

"AH-H-HH-HA AH!"

Raell snapped her fingers again, and the pain ceased. Drake slumped in the collar, panting hard and moaning as his already sore muscles trembled. 

"You are nothing." Looking over at the trainers, Raell said "I think he needs to be plugged and harnessed. Jess, can you take him to one of the small pens?"

"Sure thing!"

"236!" Raell yelled out.

A slave scrambled over, turning white when he saw who had called him.

"Y-yes M-mistress?"

"Go get a curved rack and a harness, as well as the plugging equipment."

"Yes, Mis-Mistress!"

The slave shot away, desperate to get everything as soon as he could. Drake was terrified of what "plugging" meant. The trainer holding him- Jess- forced Drake down on his knees. Drake stared down at the ground, trembling.

The slave came back with a device that looked a lot like half of a large barrel with clips set on one side, and clips attached to straps which could be loosened or tightened using a crank. He also held a bag of equipment. He handed Raell a black harness, which she took. Turning to Drake, she threw the harness down at his feet.

"Put it on."

Drake looked at it, but did not move. He would not put it on. He was not a dog, or a horse, or an animal to be harnessed and used. He would not tremble in fear in front of the trainers and Raell. He would NOT obey.

Raell growled. Drake looked up at her, and watched as two flat arrow head shapes slipped out of two pouches sewn against her pants. Drake paled as he realized they were shards- copies of the small metal fragment that Raell had used to stop him from escaping. They twisted and spun erratically, cloaked in the silver nimbus. With a flick of her fingers, Raell sent the first on tearing through his side.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Drake struggled, fighting the clamp collar. The shard had gone through, leaving a thin slit in his skin. It was in the fleshy part of his side, right above his hip. Preoccupied with the pain in his side, Drake failed to notice the next shard zipping to him.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The shard tore through his shoulder, leaving behind a line of blinding pain.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The first one ran through him again, this time right under his ribcage.

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

He raised his working arm up, hoping to stop the assault. He looked up at Raell, praying she'd stop.

"Put it on." Came her only reply.

Drake hissed, then twisted as the second shard carved its way through his thigh. 

"AHHHHHHH! OKAY!"

Drake grabbed the harness with his good arm, yelping as the movement made him twist his chest. 

He figured out that the four straps were part of the top, and buckled the first two straps over his shoulder. The buckle system was the same as the one on his collar- there were two holes punched into the end of the strap, which clicked into the lock on the other strap, much like a seatbelt. 

Drake wasn't sure how the straps managed to fit exactly, but they did.

Next were the two straps that ran under his arms. Drake clicked those into place, aware that he could no longer get the top section off himself, as the straps hugged too close to his body for them to be able to slip off. The harness had a fifth strap that was connected to the ring on his chest. This strap ran down his chest to another ring, which lay just below his belly button. The circle had two more straps, which ran around his hips to his back, where they connected to a strap that ran down his spine. Two smaller straps were clipped to the hip straps, which ran down between his legs, before joining to make the "Y" strap than connected to the back strap.

Before he could buckle the Y-strap, Raell stopped him.

"Over the rack, slave."

Jess forced him upright, then marched him over to the rack, making him bend over the curved device. He felt his feet being clipped, and Zack stepped forward to clip his hands to the straps. Drake moaned as the movement and pressure brought a fresh bout of pain from his injuries. 

Raell felt the pain Drake was in, and deciding that since he'd put in the harness, she'd heal his injuries. Pressing her hand against his upper back, she healed not only the shard wounds, but the almost healed whip scars. He let out a sigh of relief. 

SMACK! "I didn't hear a thank you, slave!" Zack bellowed, his meaty hand leaving behind a palm print on Drake's face. 

Drake gritted his teeth, feeling the ski under his eye swelling.

SMACK! "You'd better thank her, slave!"

Drake groaned as his face puffed up. "Thank you, Mistress." He spit out blood where the second slap had make him bite his tongue.

A hand ran up Drake's ass, and he yelped. It slipped between his cheeks, tickling his asshole. The fingers parted, stretching his cheeks open. Drake yelped again as cold lube dripped down his crack, and as the fingers began to message it in. He began to struggle as a finger slipped in his ass. 

"No! Nononononono! Get your finger out of my ass!"

Zack reached down and slipped a metal ring into Drake's mouth, buckling it behind his head. The ring slid into place in the holes left from where they had pulled his molars out. He couldn't close his mouth, but he wasn't gagged. Drake felt his heart drop as he realized exactly what the ring was for.

"This will keep your mind off of your ass, slave." Zack said, sliding his massive cock into the ring. 

Drake gagged, trying to pull back. Zack grabbed Drake's head and forced his cock deeper into Drake's throat. 

The finger in his ass was joined by another, stretching him open. Drake struggled against the cuffs, fighting back against the fingers in his ass and the cock in his mouth. His ass felt greasy and tight, and the probing fingers spread inside him. He tried to bite down on Zack's cock, but the ring wouldn't let his jaws close.

Zack pumped deep into the slave's mouth, loving the feeling of his virgin tongue and throat. The angle prevented him from slamming his member all the way home, to bury his dick up to the nuts in the slave's mouth. He hoped Raell would give him permission to use this slave, he was too pretty to not be used.

Drake moaned as the fingers left his ass. They were quickly replaced by a device. It felt like a buttplug, but it seemed to have "leaves" on it. 

One of the trainers pressed a button on the device, and the "leaves" began to open. Drake started struggling twofold, as the pressure in his ass began to be painful. The device beeped, and stopped widening. 

"Two inches, huh? Not too shabby, slave."

The device shrunk down, and slid out of Drake's ass. 

Zack was still thrusting into the slave's head, laughing as Drake gagged on his huge cock. He loved how the boy's eyes watered, and how his face turned reddish purple. The arteries on each side of the slave's neck swelled, and Zack pulled his cock out, laughing harder as Drake gasped for breath. He grinned at Jess, who was lubing up the slave's next humiliation.

"Nheerrrrrrrr!" Drake moaned, feeling yet another object slide into his ass. It was an actual buttplug, and he groaned as his ass tightened around it. One of the trainers behind him grabbed the Y-strap and buckled it to the back ring. The wide leather strap that ran up his ass stopped the plug from slipping out.

Drake was released, and he leaped away from the trainers, pulling at the Y-strap, trying to undo the ring in his mouth, trying to pull the plug out of his ass. The trainers all laughed at him. Drake snarled, pulling on the ass strap as hard as he could, but the pressure only seemed to make the butt plug go in further. He clawed at the harness until the straps began to cut into his body and he was panting hard. He couldn't undo the buckles, and the leather would not and could not break. He realized that the same wire mesh between the two strips of leather that made up the collar undoubtedly ran between the two thick leather strips that made up each harness strap.

The trainers watched the panicking slave, and began clapping when he finally gave up. None of them had ever seen one of the body harnesses, cuffs, or collars break, and had doubted the slave could have broken his.

Drake felt his anger turn into shame, and fell to his knees. His eyes filled with tears, and he came dangerously close to sobbing. Someone grabbed a handful of his hair, and forced his head up. Drake blinked to clear his eyes, and found himself staring straight into the silvered eyes of Raell.

"Now you're just like everyone else, slave." 

The sneer that spread across her face, the cold glint to her eyes, the obvious hatred that radiated from her stiff posture... It was all too much. Raell pushed him away from her, before walking away. 

"Lock him in with the others. He's nothing special. Treat him like the rest, because he is in fact just one of them- a worthless slave."

Drake broke down. The separate pen, the different treatment, the attention Mistress Raell had shown him... He had thought that maybe he was special, that she was just testing him. Apparently not. 

One of the trainers grabbed Drake's harness and hoisted him up, before marching him over to one of the bigger pens. Drake was thrown in, but he ignored the pain from the sand scraping his skin. 

He was nothing special. He was a slave.



Breaking Drake Ch. 10



*** Author's note. This intro to this chapter is mostly story building. This is so that the powers Raell and future character have makes sense. I am limiting the background information, but if you want more information, message me. Thanks!***



Drake stayed curled up, sobbing softly, for a few more minutes. He was filled with self-pity, wishing to have his old life back, wishing to not have to eat and drink like an animal, wishing he could just wear some clothes. He'd never thought he would miss the everyday things that makes up a person's life. All the things taken for granted, like showers, pillows, and cereal. Even the memory of the apple Mistress Raell had given him a few days ago seemed like years ago.

As the crying started to slow, and the pity began to fade, Drake's thoughts instead turned to rebellion. Sadness faded back into anger. He knew he had to hide it now, as he remembered the incident with the blonde boy. He couldn't vocalize his attitude, but he could show it. When they said fifty pushups, he'd do forty nine. When they said eat like a dog, he'd eat like a dog, then lick his fingers. He'd keep the rebellions too small to notice, but enough to keep him from breaking.

Satisfied that he'd never crumple to the whims of the trainers and Mistress Raell, Drake curled up in the sand, shifting it around so that he was comfortable. His stomach grumbled, reminding him of the meal his missed. "Breakfast" was his last thought before he passed out.

The next morning started weeks of training and conditioning. He'd be woken up by the slaves dumping breakfast in. He'd eat the goo, using his hands whenever he got the chance. Whenever he was caught, he was caned. He often looked like a zebra. 

After breakfast, the trainers would march each pen into the main arena training pen, where they were ordered into positions until it became second nature to do the commands. Drake attempted to rebel by not doing the positions right, and found out that the trainers kept track of the small errors, and if a slave was suspected of intentionally screwing up, the slave was posted for a day. Drake acquired a nice tan, if the white stripes where his harness and cuffs blocked the 

sun were ignored.

Lunch was given in the training pen. Drake didn't try to use his hands here, as there were too many slaves who might not look the other way like the slaves in his pen did. He wasn't afraid of the punishment (more caning) but since he usually was spotted and caned at breakfast, he wanted to eat at least one meal.

After lunch came conditioning. Drake kept up his routine of not doing the set number of pushups, crunches, or whatever thing the trainers called out. At first this was because he could not do them physically, but as weeks passed he bulked up and could do them easily. Whenever it was discovered that he wasn't doing correct number, 

the trainers would tie a rope around his dick and balls, throw it over a ceiling beam, and tie the other end to a weight. Drake could either hold up the weight, or have his junk stretched out. His shoulders and chest bulked out pretty quickly, and the trainers kept adding more weight so he would have to struggle to hold it.

Conditioning was followed by showers, which unlike his first shower as a slave, were done as a group. Slaves lined up on either side of a chain link fence that split the shower room in half, lengthwise, and would walk the full length of the room. The fence "posts" were actually shower heads, which blasted down soapy water, then clean water with a healing lotion added in. Drake asked a fellow slave about it after his first shower, marveling in how his sunburn had vanished.

The sparking clean slaves were then lead to the pits, where they were to relieve themselves. That was the only time the buttplugs ever came out. The pens rotated on cleaning out the pits. Whenever it was his pen's turn, Drake and slaves were forced down into the pit- it was an actual pit- and were given shovels and carts. Some of the slaves were hooked up to the carts, while the rest shoveled the mix of shit, piss, and dirt into the carts, which were pulled to farrow fields, to help the earth regenerate. Fresh dirt was then shoveled in, so that the pits never got much deeper.

Dinner was the same as the other two meals- dog food like goop. Occasionally the trainers would toss in bread and laugh as the slaves fought over it. Drake never participated, knowing he'd just be entertaining the trainers. He would eat with his hands when he could, but found that the trainers were more active in the evenings than the mornings, so he usually was caught and caned.

And so the weeks went by.

Drake learned that each pen had around twenty five slaves, and that each pen spent about a month and half in the training pens. After that, some slaves were given "jobs" around Mistress Raell's property. A slave could end up in the barns pulling a plow and tending to the crops, be put in the main house as a household slave, or be sent to one of the different animal farms Raell had. The leftover slaves were sold at auction. 

"Auction? Who the hell still buys slaves nowadays?" He recalls asking.

As it turns out, not only a quite a few humans on Earth bought slaves, but nearly all slaves were sold to "aliens." He learned at the aliens were not really aliens in the sense of green men from Mars. Instead, they were from different dimensions, which were similar to a stack of paper- stacked on top of each other. There were said to be nine different dimensions. Each dimension had its own universe, with its own species. Mistress Raell, a "dragon," was from the first dimension. Then were the "demons" which were known as the black dragons, share similar but fewer powers with the dragons. The next three dimensions contained the "light" dimension, the "shadow" dimension, and the human dimension. The last four dimensions had names Drake couldn't even pronounce. 

All the trainers he had met so far were human, Drake learned. 

Occasionally he spotted a person walking by with colorful wings, or donkey-like ears, but that was all the contact he had. Mistress Raell did not come back after the night he had been harnessed,and he thought she might not ever come back at all.

Drake groaned as he shifted his position on the sandy floor. The trainers had taken to bursting in at random times of the night to do "pop quiz" training sessions. The slaves would be half asleep, but if they didn't get into the correct position they would be beaten. He'd just fallen asleep when they'd busted in, screaming out order. 

God, he was tired.

He thought back on how he'd gotten used to this life. He didn't know what day it was, or how long he'd been here... He measured his days in beatings and events. Every two weeks they upgraded his butt plug to a larger size. Almost once a week Zack, James, and Austin collected a new fuck toy, and would usually put on a show. He was surprised they hadn't picked him yet. He always saw Zack eyeing him. Every month they brought in a new set of slaves and took out the oldest set. Occasionally they were fed slop food instead of the goo- scraps from the huge parties Mistress Raell threw. He could hear the music thumping all the way out here.

Drake figured his group had to be reaching the end of their time here. They were simply drilling now, reinforcing the training so it was automatic. He didn't even have to think about placing his hands behind his back, or how low he had to bow, for it was ingrained in him to do it. 

Rebelling was getting more and more difficult, as the training was starting to override his will. He did not fear the whip- he feared turning into one of the mindless drones he saw leaving Zack's barracks, so broken that they couldn't even function without someone telling them what to do.

Drake shifted again, determined to get some sleep. He'd eat using his hands tomorrow, beating or not.

THUD. 

Drake shot awake, staring frantically at the gate. Around him, the other slaves did the same. 

However, nobody was busting in, and it was still pretty early morning.

THUD.

This time he felt the ground shake slightly. Earthquake? He wondered for a second.

THUD.

This time a blast of air hit him, and he looked around, wondering what the hell was going on.

THUD.

THUD. 

THUD.

Drake turned, watching as a massive silver beast landed on its hind legs, muscles rippling as they absorbed the shock. Its head was as big as two SUVs together, and he guessed the body from nose to tail was probably as long as a football field. The wings alone could have stretched twice that length. Drake swallowed. "Now THAT'S a dragon." He whispered to himself.

The huge beast seemed to shimmer than shrink, and Mistress Raell stood in its place. Every slave was frozen, staring at her. She turned to look at them, and their training kicked in. Drake collapsed to the ground, feet tucked under ass, forehead pressed to the ground, arms positioned so elbows touched knees and hands were pressed against the ground on either side of his face.

Raell grinned. She loved flying, and nothing beat being in her true form and soaring over her massive property. The terror she felt in the slaves when they spotted her was an added bonus. She gazed across the pens, noting the perfect bows of the oldest slave group, and the slightly imperfect bows of the newest. 

"Raell! God damn I thought you were going to blow the whole place over. How can we help you?" Jess said, walking up. The other trainers stood behind her, smiling as they looked over at the pens.

"Well, now we know the training worked." Zack said, laughing softly.

Raell smiled at him. She turned to Jess. 

"I'm here to pick up one of the slaves leaving today. He's ready to start the next round of training, I've decided."

Jess gave her a questioning look, then remembered. 

"The brunette? 733? I thought you had given up on him."

"Nope, just wanted him to think that. Can't have any of these guys thinking they are special."

Jess nodded. It made sense. Give a slave any ideas and they'd never behave.

"He's trouble though. Always eating with his hands, or not doing the conditioning right, or whatnot."

Raell nodded. 

"I know. He needs a reason to serve. All we have shown him are the painful reasons why he should obey. Stage two will show him that submission is in his DNA."

She turned as two large caged wagons rolled up. One would head to the barn, while the other would go to the auction square in town. The trainers collected clamp collars and shock spears, and moved to the oldest group of slaves.

Drake listened as the trainers and Mistress Raell approached. So today was the day. He smiled, praying he was going to the auction house. Maybe he'd be sold to a human master on Earth. He'd escape, and go home, and this whole nightmare would be over.

"Relax." Came the command, and the slaves warily got up, watching Raell out of the corner of their eyes. None of them had ever seen her punish a slave, but the rumors of her wrath were greatly exaggerated and her appearance in her dragon form hadn't helped.

The gates were opened, and trainers started clamp collaring slaves, who would be tossed in one of the two wagons as Raell directed. The wagons were split almost half and half, and Drake couldn't see a pattern to who she chose to keep and who she didn't. 

Finally, Drake felt the collar clamp around his neck. Mistress Raell smiled at him, and he smiled back. He was determined to not show fear. He did feel dread fill his stomach as his hands and feet were cuffed together. None of the other slaves had been cuffed before going into the wagons. The wagon doors were shut and locked, and Drake started freaking out as he was lead out of the arena. He could clearly see the massive gouged marks from Mistress Raell's claws where she had landed. 

The sun suddenly seemed to go out, and Drake was cloaked in shadow. He turned- as well as he could with bound feet- and stared at the massive maw of the dragon. The teeth were ivory white, and slightly serrated in the back. Each was almost as long as his forearm. That was a smile he couldn't return.

The dragon reared back, and grasped him in one scaly paw. Drake screamed as she took off, each wingbeat creating a powerful burst of wind. He was soon staring down at a shrinking barn, still screaming. The dragon roared, and he could sense her happiness. He was sure she was going to eat him.

Raell bellowed, loving the feeling of her wings catching the warm air, carrying her even higher. Her leathery wings thrummed against the pressure, and she dove. 

Drake's voice broke as the beast seemed to just drop out of the air. The ground rapidly approached, and at the last second she whipped her wings out and shot back up into the sky. Drake clenched the claws holding him tight, and realized that she wasn't going to drop him. He laughed softly, then bellowed as she barrel rolled.

Raell smiled, hearing the slave's screams turn from ones of terror to ones of joy. "See?" She whispered mentally to herself. "It's not all bad being a slave." She corkscrewed, then leveled out. Turning her massive head to look at the slave, she winked.

Drake stared as the huge head curved to look at him. "So I'm actually just an inflight meal?" He thought.

He gazed at the huge silver eye, then blinked as it snicked close, winking at him. A rough hum filled the air, and Drake realized she was laughing.

She flew for a few more minutes, before circling down. She swooped down in front of her massive mansion, wings straining to slow her down. She landed with a thump on her hind legs, before half hopping forward to avoid crushing Drake under her paw. She released him, and Drake fell over. Once again she returned to her human form. 

"Welcome home, Mistress Raell!"

Drake turned to see two slaves walking over, heads bowed. They wore different harnesses than he did, with more straps and silver filigree on the straps. They also had different dragon brands Drake realized, looking closer.

One of the slaves- a stocky black haired white guy- gave Drake an evil eye, and Drake was surprised by the jealousy that flickered across his face. The other, a shorter blonde, bounced in place, obviously happy his mistress had returned.

Raell turned to the blonde. 

"Put this one in one of the holding cells. I will deal with him later."

She strode into the house, leaving the two slaves behind. The blonde turned to Drake, giving him a curious look. The black haired slave scowled.

"Do you have a name, or just a number?" The blonde asked.

"Drake."

"Welcome to Dragon Manor. I'm Aubrey, and this is Slade."

Slade sneered at Drake, turning and following his mistress. Aubrey just smiled softly, then bent to unclip Drake's leg cuffs. He did not unclip Drake's arms. He indicated that Drake should follow. Drake complied, curious about what the mansion was like.

He gasped as the cold air inside hit his bare skin. The dark stained wood and cream interior was decorated with leafy plants, marble carvings of wondrous animals, and various other items of worth. Two winding staircases swept up on each side, and Drake eyed the huge windows with sunlight pouring in. 

A soft moan caught Drake's attention, and he turned. He stared at a nude slave, who wore not even the harness, tied to a short post. Drake realized that he was part of a matched set on either side of the door, tied by their wrists. He stared at the swirling scars cut decoratively into their skin, remembering the feeling of the whip and shards slicing through his own flesh.

He kept following Aubrey, walking past other slaves on display in various positions and lighting. Cages, frames, and racks decorated the corners and walls, some holding slaves, other bare. They went down a floor, passing a massive kitchen and various other rooms. Aubrey stopped in front a door at the end of the hall. 

Opening the door, Aubrey led Drake in. Drake stared at the massive room, at the rows of cages, the instruments, the wall of paddles and whips. 

"This is the Punishment Room, or PR. Disobedient slaves, slave in training, and slaves the Mistress wishes to have a bit of fun with come here."

Aubrey guided Drake to one of the cells that ran along the side wall. He unclipped Drake's wrist before leaving, the door locking behind him. Drake sat down on the padded floor, marveling at how great it felt compared to the sand floors. He sat waiting for Mistress Raell, but soon felt drowsy, the cushion making him tired.

Raell strode into the PR, gazing around the room. Each slave looked down upon her entrance, terrified of facing her wrath in their shortcomings. Raell ignored the lot, instead turning to the cells, where she could see her newest pet curled up, asleep.

WHAM!

Drake woke up with a snort, and catching sight of Mistress Raell he immediately bowed down. She held a cane in her hand, undoubtedly what she's whacked against the cell bars to wake him up.

"Stand. I want to see what two months have done to you."

Drake obeyed, standing up with hands behind back, his feet spread shoulder width apart, head straight. Mistress Raell opened the cell and walked in, circling him. Drake flinched as she ran a hand down his back, around his side, and up his belly.

Raell smiled to herself. Two months of physical looked good on the slave. She recalled the tones but not buff boy from before, and compared his to the man before her. He was now muscled, but not overly so. She wanted no body builders serving her directly. Each muscle was clearly defined, and she could feel them ripple under her hand. She slide her hand up to his face, before sliding it over his mouth.

"Open."

Drake blinked. He slightly opened his mouth, and recoiled as Mistress Raell slid her hand into it.

SMACK!

Drake's eyes watered as her blow connected to his jaw.

"Did I say you could move, slave?"

"No, Mistress."

"I thought not. Now stand, open your fucking mouth, and stay still!"

"Yes, Mistress."

Drake felt the need to resist as once again the hand slid into his mouth. She kept her hand there as she ran the other one over him, pinching at different muscles and poking at sensitive spots. 

Drake trembled as he tried not to move or gag on her hand, knowing either would spell punishment. 

Raell enjoyed placing a hand into the mouths of her slaves, knowing that it was humiliating for them to have to put up with it. She placed the thumb of her hand under his jaw, and led him out using his bottom jaw.

Drake groaned as Mistress Raell dragged him from the cell. She walked him over to a small square platform and ordered him to stand. Drake felt a shock of surprise as she undid his harness.

"Do not allow that plug to come out."

Drake tightened his ass as the Y-strap was undone. Mistress Raell stepped back, gazing upon him. He flexed lightly, hoping that if she liked what she saw, she'd keep him here at the mansion, where he could sleep on cushion instead of sand. As he did, his ass muscles loosened, and the butt plug slipped out.

THUNK!

Drake's heart plummeted. Mistress Raell glared at him.

"Mistress! I'm so sorry, I did not mean-"

"Excuses?! Fix your error, slave!"

Drake stared at her, confused.

"Am I not clear? Apparently not. Let me teach you."

She grabbed Drake's collar, and brought him over to an area that looked like a shower room, but it was open and had a device attached to the shower head. Mistress Raell clipped his hands to the wall so that he faced the tile, and grabbing a length of rope, she looked it around his balls and stretched them out, tying them tight behind him. This forced Drake to stick his ass out, or risk castrating himself.

"Hold this in, slave."

Drake yelped as Mistress Raell shoved a small plug in his ass, and then started struggling as warm water began to fill his bowels. He moaned as he began to cramp, the water filling him up.




Breaking Drake Ch. 10



"Hold this in slave, or we do it again." Raell warned.

Drake tightened his ass muscles, groaning in effort. Mistress pulled out the plug, and instantly a stream of brown water followed. 

"Alright. Again it is!"

Drake let out a strangled groan. The plug was reinserted, and the water turned on. Mistress Raell filled his gut up farther, and Drake ceased struggling for it only made the cramps worse.

"Let's try this again. Hold. It. In."

She pulled the plug out, and for a second Drake held.

"Sploooossshhhhh....."

"NOoooooooo....." came Drake's broken cry.

Once again the plug was inserted, and warm water began to flow. Drake screamed as the water filled him to capacity, and he felt like he would explode. He trembled with effort as he tightened his ass, knowing that Mistress Raell would continue filling him until he held it. She pulled out the plug, and he held. His whole body shook to hold in the ocean in his gut.

Raell stared at the shaking slave, then reached to unclip his hands. She turned him around, enjoying the look of pain on his face as he was forced to move. Grabbing his bottom jaw she forced him to look at her.

"Next time I order you to HOLD SOMETHING IN what the HELL are you going to do, slave?!"

Drake looked away, finding it hard to think and retain the enema.

SMACK!

"I asked you a FUCKING QUESTION."

"I will do as commanded, Mistress!" Drake bellowed. He felt a few drops of water leak, and clamped down again.

"When I give an order, what do you do?!"

"I obey, Mistress!"

She stared at him a few seconds longer, allowing the lesson to sink in. Once he looked down again, unable to hold her gaze, she ordered him to release the water.

SPLooosshhhhhhh!!!

"Look at you, peeing out your ass." She laughed.

Drake kept his head down, exhausted from his struggle. He was lead back to the platform, where she had him kneel. She ran four chains to his collar, which prevented him from moving off the platform or standing up. She then headed out of the room, leaving him awaiting her return.



Breaking Drake Ch. 11



Raell strode down the stairs, headed to the Punishment Room. She was using a bone left over from lunch to pick the small chunks of flesh out from her teeth. Lunch had consisted of two Angus cows that had quickly vanished between her massive jaws. Satisfied she had gotten all the tidbits, she crunched the bone up between her teeth. She was in her dragonoid form, with a human build but with the wings, tail, hands, and legs of her natural form. She also stood a clear two feet taller, around 7'. Her claws clicked against the hardwood floor. She loved the sound, knowing all the slaves feared it. She was excited- today marked the culmination of so many decades of work.

Drake looked up as the doors to the room swung open, and Mistress Raell walked in. He stared at the massive wings loosely tucked against her back, at the whip like tail that seemed to cil and move with a mind of i's own the was a cat's does, and at the clawed feet that clicked across the tiled floor towards him. She waved a taloned hand over his collar and the chains unlocked.

"Let's see what you know. Run through all your positioning training."

Her voice remained the same, the bell like tone seeming so opposite her form. Drake did as ordered, informing her that he was sitting, standing, kneeling, on all fours, and a half dozen other commands. She then went over hand commands, and finally non ordered positions. Satisfied he knew the basics of slave training, she hand him stand and follow her over to the wall of instruments.

"First thing first. Because I have to work with household slaves pretty often, I prefer names over numbers. What is your name, slave?"

Raell smiled inwardly. She knew his name- she'd known it since his birth. But he couldn't know that quite yet, and so the deception had to go on.

"My name is Drake Faravelli, Mistress."

"Drake, huh?" She indicated the wall of corrective tools. "How many of these can you name?"

Drake looked over at the wall. Whips, crops, paddles, and other things covered it.

"I know what some of them are, Mistress. I know those are whips, those are crops, those are canes, and those are paddles." He pointed at each group of tools as he talked.

Raell nodded. She figured he would know what they were, but not the specific names.

"Knowing the general name is of no use to me. If I asked you to get me a Cat O'Nine, you wouldn't know which ones I was talking about. There is only one way for you to get to know what each thing here looks like and is named."

Drake swallowed, realizing what she meant. He'd be feeling each of them as she used them against him.

"Yes, Mistress." He whispered.

"Here is how this game will work. In the first area- the whip area- I will name a whip and you will bring me what you think the right whip is. If you get it right, I will not use it. If you get it wrong, I will get the correct whip and give you five lashes with it. Understood?"

"Y-yes Mistress."

"Go get me a bullwhip."

Drake approached the indicated part and gazed over the leather snakes. Some had one tail, while others had multiple. Thinking of Indiana Jones, he grabbed a long single tailed whip, and brought it back.

"Good start slave. Now go put it back and bring a flicker whip."

Drake grabbed a whip with several tails, not sure what she wanted.

"Wrong. That's a flogger, slave." She went and grabbed a four foot long whip that looked like a shortened horse whip. Unlike the bullwhip, it was rigid up to the last foot. She hit him in the lower back and Drake yelped.

"One, Mistress!"

Raell grinned. "Good, slave. I had wondered if you would remember to count."

"I remember, Mistress. They also had me count when they caned me at the barn."

After five she had him replace both whips.

Drake quickly learned the names or each whip, as well of which ones hurt the most. In the end he was probably whipped about thirty times in total. With the single tailed whips she whipped him across his back, in the same straight diagonal line she had last time. When he had gotten a multi-tailed whip or a flogger wrong, she had whipped his chest and stomach, which was now a cherry red color.

Drake's stomach growled. He had not eaten breakfast, and it was past lunch by now. Hearing it, Mistress Raell went and grabbed a food bowl. 

"All fours."

Drake knelt down on his knees, then got on hands and knees- all fours. She set the bowl in front of him. Drake stared at the shiny metal bowl, jaw flexing. Mistress Raell went and grabbed a can, and Drake felt a flash of anger, thinking she was feeding him dog food again. She peeled the can open and Drake was surprised when cold chicken noodle soup filled the bowl. Real food!

Drake plunged his face into the bowl, excited by that idea.

"HUAH!!"

Drake lost his breath as Mistress Raell's boot connected with his side. He choked on the soup, trying to get some air in his lungs. His whole side was burning, and he felt like she's broken a few of his ribs.

"Did I give you permission to eat, slave?"

"Aheh! Heh! N-heh-o. No. You did not, Mistress."

Raell kicked the bowl, spilling the soup all over the floor.

"I'm giving you an hour to get this cleaned up. If it isn't when I come back, we'll be testing all of the whips you learned about today. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Raell."

She strode out, the doors slamming shut behind her. Drake stared at the spilled soup, remembering the dog food incident. He sighed, then ate all the soup still in the bowl. He looked around for a towel, but did not see one. He muttered to himself, knowing he'd have to lick it up or risk punishment.

Deciding that sooner was better than later, Drake started slurping up the spilled soup, trying hard to not throw up, suspecting Mistress Raell would force him to clean that up too. Once the floor was clean and he'd licked it to shine, he got up and walked around the room. He eyed the racks and posts, the strange metal dungeon-esque equipment, and the different sized cages. Different suspension rigs hung from the ceiling, and different colored ropes awaited use in stacks on shelves. Another wall had different harnesses, gags, and blindfold hanging on it. Drake inspected these, trying to guess at what they were.

Spotting one of the O-platforms on which he had been branded and rigged on, Drake went over to it. 

He stopped in front of a display case which held different dragon brands in it. He saw the one that had been branded on his chest and back, and the brand he had seen on Slade and Aubrey's chest and backs. There were several more, and Drake wondered at the difference between them. 

Once he thought he had looked at everything worth looking at, he went back to the cell, and sat down on the mat, hoping to get a nap in.

He was just starting to fall asleep the doors once again opened, and Mistress Raell walked in her fully human, no claws wings or tail, non-dragony mode. She looked around, and spotting him, anger flashed across her face.

Seeing it, Drake bowed, trembling slightly.

"I know you don't know this yet, so let me teach you. Unless you are told that you can relax after given a task, you return to your original position. In your case, that platform I put you on this morning. You bow, you stay in that position, and you wait. I don't care how long you have to wait, you stay there. Am I clear?!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You were trained in locking, yes?"

Drake nodded. The pens had trained him how to lock, or how to hold completely still for long periods of time. However, he didn't tell her that he'd moved as much as he could during those sessions.

Hearing that thought, Raell bared her teeth. So she'd have to retrain him. That was fine by her. 

She grabbed his collar and hauled him back over to the platform. 

"Kneel." 

Drake obeyed. 

"If you move while I'm gone, your rigging will light up until you correct your error. I suggest you don't move. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She left, the doors slamming shut in her wake. Drake whimpered slightly. He knew he could not move at all, or risk electrocution. Kneeling wasn't too bad, but it didn't take long for his muscles to tremble and cramp. He growled, wondering but not wanting to find out how bad Mistress Raell had set the shock at. Being "locked" was much worse than tied bondage, as it forced him to have to use his own strength to keep the position, rather than rely on the ropes, cuffs, or other method of restraint. 

He managed to stay in the kneeling position for about thirty minutes before his attention had slipped enough that he leaned forward. He yelped as the rigging lit up, not nearly as bad as the time Mistress Raell had set it off, but badly enough to hurt. 

He ended up getting shocked four times, each caused when his mind went to other places and forgot to hold him still. He was grateful when he heard the PR's doors opening.

Walking over to her new project, she said "Looks like you'll need a whole lot more training in locking, slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you know the reason why I put you in a locked position, slave?

Drake thought about it for a second. "For punishment, Mistress?"

"That's one reason. The other is because the male body is a beautiful thing, which should be put on display in a way that compliments it."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You may relax, Drake."

"Thank you, Mistress Raell."

Drake sighed very softly, relieved to be able to sit down comfortably. He watched Mistress Raell, once again admiring her. She moved like a cat, seemingly with no effort. Her long brown hair was pulled back, and she wore a tight fitting black dress, paired with tall black leather boots. In nearly any other situation Drake would be drooling over her, but as her slave he felt only fear.

Raell went and grabbed a leash, feeling the eyes of her slave gazing at her. She smiled, feeling his balance between attraction and fear. As she turned around, he hastily looked down, and she smiled even wider at the submissive reaction. Clipping the leash to his collar, she watched him steadily to see what his reaction would be.

Sitting on the platform, Drake wondered if he was supposed to get up and walk after her, or crawl on all fours. He felt a small flash of anger at the idea of crawling after her like a dog, but quickly quenched it. Deciding crawling was the safer option, he stayed on all fours and followed her out of the PR.

Raell walked slower than her normal pace so that the slave could keep up. She was thinking about how to reward him without him knowing it, for his conscious decision to stay on all fours. Reaching down, remembering how he had reacted to her running her hands through his hair, she scratched his head.

Drake tensed as she ruffled his hair, but realizing she was not going to pull it or cause him pain, he relaxed. He'd always loved head scratches, and though he feared the person giving it to him, he loved how Mistress Raell's fingers ran across his skull. He picked up his crawling pace so that she'd keep scratching, and was happy when she did. 

Raell smiled as the head scratch did its job. She could fell the waves of pleasure emitting from Drake, despite the fact that he was crawling like a dog besides her.

They reached the stairs and she stopped petting him. Drake felt a little sad, but focused instead on going up without tripping. His knees hurt a little from the wood floor, but he ignored it. 

They went up three floors, and headed down a hallway towards the other end of the mansion. Drake stared as Mistress Raell opened up a set of massive wooden doors. The room was huge, and had a pit in the middle of it. He realized this was Mistress Raell's bedroom, as it was large enough for her true dragon form. The "pit" had a cushion at the bottom large enough for her to curl up on. 

One end of the room was solid glass, and he realized it was split in half and was actually two big doors that could swing out to the landing area beyond. Looking out, he realized the mansion was perched upon a mountain that overlooked a valley. He had no doubt that the barns and fields were in the valley below. 

Turning, Mistress Raell led him to the other side of the room, where another set of double doors were. Going through these, they entered another large room, but this one was clearly built with more human sized creatures in mind. There was a big canopy bed on one side, and a huge wooden desk sat in the observatory-like window area. Outside, the sun was starting to set. Mistress Raell led Drake over to the desk, where he realized a cage sat. Unclipping his leash, she pointed at it.

"In."

Drake obeyed. The cage was big enough for him to curl up in and lay down, but not big enough to completely stretch out in. He was grateful for the pillow that covered the bottom, and as he got comfortable he suddenly felt exhausted. He was hungry as well, but the cushion's soft warms won out and he was soon asleep.

Raell smiled once again as Drake went to sleep, seeming satisfied with his location. He wasn't aware that already his mind was changing, that he was realizing that obeying brought praise and rewards while rebellion brought pain. Because before he had not been rewarded for good, only punished for bad, he had no reason to be good. 

With praise would come love, and with love, devotion. But that was looking far into the future.

Drake woke up about an hour later as Mistress Raell walked into the room. She ignored him however, sitting at her desk and working on stuff on her computer. Drake could not see what, so instead sat quietly listening. 

After the sun had vanished and she had turned on the lights, Mistress Raell stood. She looked over at Drake, who lowered his head. 

"Hungry, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She opened the cage and gestured him out. Drake crawled out, then lifted his head so she could connect the leash. Instead she ran her finger through his hair again.

"Follow me, pet."

She walked out, Drake crawling behind. He followed her downstairs, where he could smell several delicious smells wafting. His mouth started to water at the different smells. Mistress Raell walked into a massive dining hall downstairs, where a dozen slaves wearing bowtie collars and matching cuffs with cufflinks. Their harnesses had been replaced with leather jockstraps. The center of the room had a long table loaded with different foods. Different trainers sat around the table, laughing and eating. Mistress Raell brought Drake over to the table, having him sit next to her. She lay a dog bowl in front of him, then joined in the conversations and laughing.

Drake stared at the food bowl, which was empty, then looked up. Mistress Raell was tearing apart a raw steak, laughing at a joke one of the trainers had said. He looked back down at the bowl, jaw flexing. He had the sense to not to do anything, as he was sure Mistress Raell would beat the ever loving shit out of him.

Someone dumped what looked like coconut soup in his bowl, and looking up Drake caught silvered eyes, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

"Thank you, Mistress." he muttered, and she looked away. Drake took a slurp of the soup, then another. The food was delicious! She tossed in a handful of salad and fruit, followed by chicken roasted in some orange sauce. Drake devoured it all. 

When the dinner was finished and the slaves had come and gathered up the dishes, the trainers started to leave. Mistress Raell bid them goodnight, then turned to Drake. 

"I'm going to leave you in the hands of Aubrey for the next few hours. He's going to show you around the house. Make sure to pay attention."

"Yes, Mistress."

Aubrey stepped into the room, dressed in the bowtie and cuffs the waiters had worn. He looked at Drake, and this time he did not look friendly.

Raell turned and left, smiling at the hostility and jealousy in Aubrey. She always thought it was funny when any of her household slaves felt jealousy among each other over who got her attention. 

Drake got up, smiling uncertainly at Aubrey.

"Hey man! I like the get up! It's very... classy?"

Aubrey smiled back, but it was a cold smile. "Come on. Let's tour Dragon Mansion. This room is the main hall. It's used mainly for dining and parties. It's the very center of the mansion..."

Aubrey led Drake through each room on the main floor, telling him about the huge windowed conservatory teaming with plants Drake knew weren't from Earth because they glowed with bioluminescence, to the game room with roulette and black jack tables as well as lots of game tables that he didn't recognize, and then to a kitchen bustling with slaves preparing for tomorrow morning's breakfast. After going through what seemed like a thousand rooms Aubrey took him downstairs. 

"The left wing is all torture dungeons and the PR. The center and right wings are actually one big room."

They walked through the doors onto a platform that looked down into an area that looked much like a prison. Drake stared at the cells that stretched down the length. 

"We call this the Cave. It's where all the household slaves sleep at night, or when they have time in the day. There are doors and staircases running from here to the upper floors, which are hidden so the guests don't have to see us coming and going."

Aubrey led Drake to the staircase down to the Cave. Drake stared in awe at the massive room. Slaves came and went around him, intent on their tasks. Drake noticed the majority were wearing the slightly fancier leather harness he had first seen Aubrey and Slade wearing.

"What's up with the difference in the harnesses?"

"Hm?"

"Why was the harness I was wearing the first day different that the ones they are wearing?"

"Decoration. You wore a pulling harness upon your arrival here. These harnesses are meant to look good, though they are just as good at holding a man."

Aubrey guided Drake back upstairs through one of the side staircases, which led out next to the fireplace in the dining hall. He showed Drake each hidden staircase and hallway, then took him upstairs. The left wing and center area of the top floor were all guest bedrooms, while the entire right wing composed of Mistress Raell's rooms. 

Aubrey began telling Drake about those, but Drake cut him off.

"I've been in both, I know what they are like."

Aubrey turned and looked at him.

"You've been in her rooms?! She let you- but you are untrained! Why would she let you in her rooms?! What makes you so special?"

Drake looked at him confused. "I don't know?"

Aubrey knocked softly on Mistress Raell's bedroom door.

"Enter."

Drake made note to not barge into a room, assuming that led to punishment.

The two slaves walked in, heads down. Raell turned around to look at them. Aubrey was slightly shorter than Drake but the two were similar in build. Unlike Drake, Aubrey had buzzed hair. Both were clean shaven, but Drake was not waxed like Aubrey was. She made a mental note to fix that tomorrow. She couldn't have people talking about her not grooming her pets.

"Thank you, Aubrey. Return to your duties."

"Yes, Mistress Raell."

He turned and left, leaving Drake behind. 

"Come here, slave." She ordered.

Drake complied, bowing at her feet.

"What floor is the kitchen on? The conservatory? Where is the hidden staircase in the game room?"

"Both rooms are on the main floor, Mistress. The hidden staircase is behind the curtain next to the bar, on the right side."

"Very good, Drake." 

She absent mindedly scratched his head, humming softly to herself. 

"Mistress Raell?"

"Yes, pet?"

"Am I special?"



Breaking Drake Ch. 12



Raell looked down at her slave.

"Are you special? I'm sorry, did you not learn from many a previous experience that you are NOT special?"

Drake trembled, remembering the first time his ass had been plugged. 

"Yes, Mistress! I am sorry, Mistress. It's just that Aubrey acted like it. He kept giving me cold looks and acted really stuffy."

"You are the newest house slave, and because of this you will be spending lots of time with me, learning new skills. He and others are just jealous of that extra time you get with me."

Drake nodded at the ground, still awaiting punishment for the question. Instead, he was surprised when she told him to go shower in the shower in the showers in the Cave then come back upstairs.

"If you come back smelling like filth at all, you'll be sleeping on a concrete floor, understand? My nose is limited on how much stink it can handle."

Drake nodded, then hurried out. He took one of the hidden staircases down, then showered in the big bathroom downstairs. He scrubbed hard, making sure to get every spot multiple times. He wondered if he should shave his groin, as he had not seen a single slave with pubic hair, or any other body hair, now that he thought about it. Not seeing a razor, he shrugged. If Mistress Raell wanted him shaven, no doubt she'd have him shave. He watched other slaves come and go in the shower room, laughing to himself as he muttered "Don't drop the soap!"

He realized just how used to being stark naked and to seeing other naked guys he was. The thought angered him a bit, but he discarded the thought as he stepped into the drying area and toweled himself dry. He bolted back upstairs, taking the same hidden staircase. He arrived out of breath and taking an extra second, knocked on the doors.

"Enter."

Drake entered, and blinked at what he saw. Slade was at Mistress Raell's feet, licking her boots. Drake bowed down, awaiting instructions. 

"Come over here, slave. You should watch Slade, as at some point you will learn how to properly clean boots as well."

Drake crawled forward and sat next to Slade, watching the man's tongue as it slid up her boot in long slow licks, polishing the leather. He started at the bottom of the boot, and worked his way upwards. Drake felt grossed out about the idea of having to lick boots clean. He knew some people had a fetish for that, but he did not.

Slade continued, and when finished with both boots, he gave Mistress Raell a questioning look.

"Proceed."

Slade unzipped the first boot, then the other. He carefully set them to the side, the turned his attention to her feet. He massaged her right calf while softly kissing her foot. He traced his lips from her big toe up to her ankle, then did the same with the next toe, working his way over. 

After that, he kissed her sole, massaging her calf the whole time. Drake looked up at Mistress Raell, who had leaned back on the bed and had a relaxed smile on her face.

Looking back at Slade, Drake realized he had a huge hard on. Drake quickly returned his gaze back to Slade's mouth-work. He gazed at the tone leg, with the rounded calf and smooth skin. He imagined running his own hand up in, and was surprised when he felt a fire stirring in his lower belly. 

Glancing down, he realized his own cock was awakening. Hoping that Mistress Raell wouldn't mind, he returned to watching, deciding that helping his hard on along would result in punishment.

Slade finished the right leg and started anew on the left. Drake watched closely, the fire in his belly building. His fingers twitched, wanting the touch and caress the way Slade was touching and caressing Mistress Raell. God he was horny.

Raell got up, waving Slade away. 

"Thank you, pet. You may go."

Slade shot Drake an evil glare, obviously thinking Drake would get to finish the massage. Instead, she pointed at the cage next to her desk. 

"In you go."

Drake crawled in, settling down on the pillow as she shut and locked the door.

Raell eyed her slave's boner, admiring its size. His line had always been well endowed, but Drake had definitely won the prize.

"If I return to a puddle of goo in that cage tomorrow, you will be licking it up, understood?"

Drake nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

She stared at him a second more, then headed into the massive dragon bedroom. Drake heard a loud rumbling yawn, and assumed she was in her scaly form. He drifted to sleep with a severe case of blue balls, dreaming of legs and silver eyes.

Drake awoke to a loud snort and the sunrise. 

Looking out the massive windows, he watched as the silver dragon walked outside and stretched. Once again he thought of a cat as he admired the muscles sliding under her scaly skin. She yawned, and Drake shivered at the sight of ivory teeth and a split tongue. Her skin seemed to ripple, and he realized that much like a dog's fur, she could rise and lower her scales at will. Three large cows were being led towards her by six slaves. The cows were mooing in fear, trying to pull away from their handlers. The dragon's head bobbed much like that of a heron's, and she snagged one cow between her teeth. Shaking her head, she broke the cow's spine then swallowed it whole. The next two cows were eaten similarly. 

Drake felt his hair rise as he looked at the massive beast, her muzzle bright red with blood. The six handler slaves stayed far away. The dragon walked over to a pond and dunked her muzzle in, moving it side to side to wash the blood off. 

Satisfied, she then roared and loosed a banner of flame, effectively removing any flesh caught in her teeth.

She stretched one more time then shook like a dog, rumbling with pleasure. Thanking a few running steps forward, she dove over the edge of the platform, and Drake stared. He heard a loud thump, and she reappeared climbing into the sky. Drake flashed back to his own flight in her paw, and remembered how happy she'd seemed flying through the air.

He watched the dragon all morning, laughing softly at the sight. She was truly a being of the skies, weaving shapes into the clouds and chasing the sun as it rose. His stomach rumbled, reminding him of his hunger, but he knew he wouldn't be going anywhere until the dragon came back.

Noon was nearly arrived when Raell landed. The sun felt good on her scales, and she was tempted to stay in her natural form. However, things had to be done and she couldn't do them as a four story tall dragon. Switching forms, she strode back into the house.

Drake bowed as Mistress Raell entered, and hissed softly as his stomach rumbled. Mistress Raell only laughed. 

"Go get food in the kitchen. Meet me down in the PR when you are done eating. Don't take too long though, slave."

She released him, and he followed her out. She headed to her main office on the first floor, and Drake went to go eat. The kitchen was bustling with slaves, and Drake stood to the side for a second, figuring out where and what he was supposed to eat. He noticed a second area of the kitchen where slaves were bringing food to and leaving with empty bowls. He walked over and watched a man fill a dog bowl with cereal from a pantry. Grabbing a dog bowl from the stack, Drake walked in and poured himself some cereal as well- it looked like a bran cereal. 

Walking over into the separate area, he looked at the group of slaves sitting on the floor around a small eating area, laughing and talking. Drake sat to the side and ate his food, remembering Mistress Raell's warning and not eating too slowly. When finished he followed another man out and put his food bowl in the industrial washer with the rest of them. Drake then hurried downstairs.

Drake knocked on the door, and getting no answer, cracked one of the doors open. Seeing no Mistress, he slipped in. Remembering yesterday, he bowed down on the wooden platform and waited.

He didn't have to wait too long before Mistress Raell walked in. He trembled softly, unsure if he was in the right position or if he should have walked in without waiting. 

Raell grinned as she walked in and saw Drake bowing on the platform. He learned fast. She wondered how long the submissive behavior would last. Sooner or later anger would override fear, and she could feel every time he had an angry feeling.

"Sacrifice position."

Drake sat up from his bow, so that he was sitting back on his ankles, knees spread, with his hands behind his head.

"Today we are doing whips, paddles, and crops."

"Yes, Mistress."

And so his morning began with Mistress Raell ordering him to get different instruments of pain. He got all the whips correct, but there were twice as many paddles as whips and soon his ass and stomach were a bright red from abuse. The crops weren't as bad as he thought, at least when compared to the canes. Mistress Raell did not go easy with those, giving him the familiar stripes from his time in the training barns. His back was perfectly striped, each strip an inch from the other. At the end of the session he knew all of the non-electric tools. Looking over at the last part of the wall, he recognized some of the stuff, like the cattle prod leaning against the wall. The wires and stimulus pads made him nervous, especially when he remembered the rigging in his body. 

Once she was sure Drake knew all of the traditional tools of her trade, Raell wet and grabbed a dog bowl and another can of soup. Setting it down in front of him, she waited to see if he would ask or dive in like last time.

Drake waited, not sure if he was to ask for permission or wait for her to give it. The answer was quickly given.

"You may eat, pet."

She walked away, and Drake devoured the soup. 

Raell listened to the slurps, laughing as she grabbed a few things off of the harness wall. 

Remembering that she had wanted to remove his body hair today, she went and grabbed another tool. 

Drake ate quickly, sensing lunch was really just a reset point for Mistress Raell so she could train him on something else. He winced as he finished and leaned back as the stripes across his back burned. 

Mistress Raell strode back across the room, holding a handful of straps and a strange wand-looking thing.

"At attention."

Drake stood, placing his feet at slightly wider than shoulder width and his hands behind his head. He kept his gaze straight ahead. Mistress Raell slid a harness on him, locking every strap down but the Y-strap. Drake felt his stomach drop. He'd gotten used to not having a buttplug in. Mistress Raell walked off for a second, then returned with something in hand.

"Bend over."

Drake obeyed, his temper rising. He yelped as something brushed the back of his legs, than moaned as she pushed a plug into his ass. He flashbacked to his high school years where he had discovered that he liked the idea of a girl fucking his ass, but he had never considered the plugs that spent so much time in his ass. 

Raell finished bucking the ass strap in, laughing at the sight for her slave.

"Kneel, slave."

Drake kneeled down, and she picked up the second set of straps and rings.

"Open your mouth."

Drake complied, and she slid something in. Drake felt the cold metal with his tongue, and realized with a shock that it was a bit. The bit slid into the slots where they had pulled his teeth months ago, fitting perfectly. She buckled the bridle onto his head, and grabbed the reins. 

Motioning him up, Mistress Raell walked him over to a full sized mirror. Drake stared at himself, wearing one of the fancier harnesses, with a matching black bridle on. She turned him, and Drake noticed that the buttplug had a horsetail attached, which is what he had felt against his legs.

"Good little pony boy." Raell sneered, laughing.

Drake remembered the big slave... 4 something, back at the training barn. He recalled the big man's broken look, and Drake's own promise to never look like him or the other broken slaves. He yanked his head back against the reins and bridle, snarling.

"I am NOT a pony!"

"No? Then why do you have a bridle and tail of a horse?" 

"Because you put it on me!"

Raell just laughed, which made Drake angrier. 

"How about this. If you can run all the way to my bedroom, grab a pen off of my desk, and come back within two minutes, I'll undo it. Understood?"

"Yes."

SMACK!

Drake snarled as a crop slammed into his sore ass. 

"YES, WHAT?!"

Drake kept his mouth shut, trembling in anger.

"Well then, I guess the deal is off."

She tightened her grip on the reins, and started pulling him over to the wall, where a rack was attached. Drake struggled hard, groaning as the bit cut into the edges of his mouth. Raell's strength won out though, and she managed to bring him over to the rack.

"ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT I'LL RUN!" Drake bellowed, eyeing the crop still in her hand.

"A little late to change your mind, slave."

Gritting his teeth, Drake begged. 

"Please, Mistress. Please let me go get you a pen off your desk."

"Fine, since you asked so nicely."

She tied the reins to his harness, then started to count. Drake stared at her, then realized she was counting out his two minutes. 

Drake shot upstairs, and remembering the main floor office, he went there instead of upstairs. Grabbing a pen, he bolted back down the stairs, moaning the whole time as the butt plug rubbed against his prostate. 

"One Thirty Five, One Thirty Six..."

Drake burst in, triumphantly holding the pen.

"One Thirty Seven, One Thirty Eight..."

Drake stared at her, wondering why she was still counting. Seeing the look, Raell stopped.

"I said a pen from my bedroom, not the study, you idiot slave."

Drake snarled and threw the pen at her. It halted its path right in front of her face, obtaining the silver nimbus as it floated in place. Drake swallowed, his memories of shards flashing back. Raell's eyes had turned nearly completely silver, same as the last time he had pushed her limits.

"You would dare?!"

The quiet, cold voice terrified Drake. He was determined to stand up for himself, however.

"Apparently."

He defaulted to smart ass, his fear and anger making him reckless. Grabbing the reins, she dragged him over to a post shaped like a "t", where she tied him by the reins. She forcefully clipped his arms to the horizontal beam. Taking her crop, Raell smacked it hard against his lower belly, only inches from his groin. She went up and inch and hit him again. She continued until his whole front was striped and red. Seeming to decide she wanted to inflict more pain, she switched out the crop for a cane, which she sliced across his thigh in the same one inch pattern.

Drake did not keep count, instead yelping at each SWACK the cane made against his flesh. This only served to make Raell madder.

"COUNT, slave! You ALWAYS count."

She went and grabbed a black box and a handful of wires and sticky pads. Connecting everything, she stuck the pads on the interior of his thighs and above his groin. She turned the electricity up, and Drake's body jerked unwillingly. 

Drake moaned, as his whole body hurt from the stripes, and now his legs jerked left or right, bringing in new bouts of pain from his skin. His pain limit was being reached, and his voice had broken soon after Mistress Raell had brought out the cane. She reached up and undid the reins, then pulled his head down so he was looking right into her eyes. 

"Don't ever try to deceive me again, understood?"

Drake nodded. She snarled, then kicked him hard in the groin. 

"WHUFFFFffff..."

Drake doubled over as best as he could, trying hard not to vomit and trying harder not to cry. 

"Do. You. Under. Stand?"

"Huhuhhhhhhuhhhh... Ahhh... Yes... Yes, Mistress."

Still looking pissed, she strode off, leaving Drake hanging by his wrists. He sobbed softly, his face in pain where the bit had cut it, his chest, stomach, sides, and thighs screaming in pain where the crop and cane had left huge welts, and to top it all off his groin throbbed in beat with his pulse.

Raell was furious. She wanted to go back and run her claws down the slave's chest, but decided that his seeing his own organs would not help his mental state, nor hers. Instead she walked to a side room in the PR, where slaves who had disobeyed orders were kept in cages until she was ready to deal with them. She usually wasn't one for taking her anger out on slaves who had not caused it, but she needed to make a point to Drake, and so far only punishment, whether to him or others, had seemed to work on him.

She hauled out two slaves, both brunettes though one had longer hair than the other. Reading the paper tags on their collars, she noted that the buzz cut slave- Jason- had disobeyed a command given by a guest while the other- Nathan- had been caught jacking off without permission. Masturbation uncommanded was prohibited, and any slave caught doing it was punished and placed in a chastity belt.

Raell dragged the slaves into the main room, then tossed them to the floor. Both huddled on the floor, terrified. She went and grabbed a few coils of rope, then threw one end of a coil around a ring set into the ceiling. She turned and hoisted Jason up, then proceeded to tie him from his wrists so that only his toes touched the floor. 

She grabbed a spreader bar for Nathan, stringing him up upside down next to Jason. 

She gazed at the two slaves, considering different methods of discipline. Deciding a traditional punishment would be easiest, she approached Jason.

"Why are you here, slave?"

Despite knowing the answer she always asked slaves who were sent to the PR this question, having found their acknowledgment of their wrongs helped mightily in the prevention of future wrongs. That and a sound thrashing.

Jason pulled himself off his toes for a second, avoiding her gaze.

"I refused to do an order given by one of your guests, Mistress."

"And what order was this?"

"I refused to bend over knee so she may spank me, Mistress."

Raell snorted. 

"You refused to bend over knee due to a spanking? Pathetic, slave."

"I refused to bend because I thought it was degrading, Mistress."

Raell laughed at this.

"Does it not occur to you that you are in fact a slave, slave? Your position is the lowest of the low, and there is nothing that could degrade you further."

Jason simply nodded, trembling as he awaited his beating.

Raell went and picked up the cane that was lying next to Drake, and proceeded to whack at Jason's calves. He yelped and counted, pulling himself up slightly. Raell walked the cane up his right leg. She loved the cane and the welts it left on skin. 

Feeling Drake's eyes watching, she paused and turned back to him, jacking up the electricity flowing through the power box. Drake moaned as his body started to twitch and jerk again.

Raell walked back over to the other slaves. 

"So Jason, next time someone asks you to do something are you going to obey?"

"Y-yes, Mistress."

His voice caught, and Drake could see the tears running softly down his face.

Raell turned to Nathan, who at the moment was holding himself up using his hands to relieve the stain on his legs.

"And what about you, Nathan? What reason saw you caged down here?"

"I pleasured myself without permission, Mistress."

"Why would you do that, hm? Is serving not enough pleasure, slave?"

Nathan shifted his weight back to his legs, avoiding the question. Raell reached down and grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to curl his body up.

"Rather than take pleasure in yourself, you should try to please those above you in hope that they will reward you with orgasm."

"Yes, Mistress."

Drake watched as Mistress Raell questioned the two slaves. They looked absolutely terrified of her, Nathan more so since he was the source of her attention at the moment. She released Nathan's head and began caning his stomach and lower belly, drawing yelps and tears from him. Drake knew that regardless of the punishments dealt out, she was also taking her anger out on the two slaves, which was his fault. 




Breaking Drake Ch. 12



Raell paused her caning once again, admiring the straight lines she had sliced into the slave's skin. The two slaves hung limply from their bonds, as their struggling had tired them out. Reaching down, she once again grabbed a handful of Nathan's hair and pulled his head up.

"Ever plan on masturbating ever again, slave?"

"No, Mistress" he croaked.

She nodded, but went and got a chastity belt anyway. The stainless steel contraption would prevent any attempt at erection. She slid the device on, then locked it. Holding the keys in Nathan's face, she superheated them so that they melted into a pool of steaming hot metal in her palm, which she deposited into a tub of water meant to cool brands.

"Noooooooo..." Nathan cried softly.

Drake stared at the vat where she had dumped the melted keys. The slave would never again leave the chastity belt unless Mistress Raell magically opened it. The idea of forever losing his manhood terrified Drake.

Turning to Jason, Raell grabbed his jaw and forced him to look her in the eye.

"As for you, slave, you will spend the next three weeks in the Dragon's Mouth."

"No, please Mistress! PLEASE! I promise I'll do everything anyone asks of me, please don't send me there, pleaseeee!"

She only smiled coldly at him. "You had that chance. I think three months in my 'public dungeon' will do you nicely. And you can't tell those men and women no, because they'll do what they want to you regardless."

Jason sobbed, still pleading softly. Mistress Raell ignored him, heading back over to Drake. She turned off the electricity, and he relaxed, his thigh and groin muscles throbbing. 

SMACK!

Drake whimpered as she slapped him across the face, hard.

"I did not hear a thank you, slave. Good lord, what happened to manners and respect?!"

"Thank you, Mistress!" Drake quickly spat out, not wanting her to cane or shock him anymore.

She only snarled in response, heading back over to the two slaves. Waving her hand she cut Nathan down, who caught himself in a handstand instead of slamming his head into the stone tiled floor. 

Drake was impressed by his strength and flexibility. He bowed down and awaited orders while Mistress Raell cut down Jason, whose collar she grabbed. 

Waving at Nathan, she ordered him to resume his normal duties. The slave scrambled out of the room, terrified she would change her mind and deal out more pain. Raell hauled Jason over to a stack of dog crates and tossed him in one.

"Pleaseeee Mistress Raell! Pleasepleaseplease!"

All he got was a hard kick in the ass.

"In."

Sobbing harder, he obeyed. She locked him in, then using the same levitation skills the she had used with the pen and her shards, she floated the crate up behind her. She headed out, glancing at Drake. 

He looked down, not wanting any more pain. Instead she clicked the lights off and left. Drake prayed she would return, but as the hours passed and his arms grew numb he realized he was in for a sleepless night tied by his arms to the post.



Breaking Drake Ch. 13



Drake got no real sleep that night. Every time he slipped into slumber his body would relax, and he'd put weight on his sore arms, waking him up again. He ended up watching the sun rise though the massive windows that faced out over the valley. He watched the silver dragon swoop and spiral over the land, then fly off into the distance. 

The doors to the PR opened, and one of the household trainers walked in, dragging a slave behind him. He hauled the slave, a red head, into the side room, where he locked the slave in one of the cages.

They were the only people Drake saw all morning. His stomach gurgled and his thirst welled, but nobody came in. He daydreamed of going driving around in the Jeep, of going to parties, and eating and drinking real food. The welts from yesterday's caning still hurt and any movement he made brought on new bouts of pain. 

Drake had started dozing again when the doors opened. Mistress Raell strode in, back in her half dragon form. 

Drake trembled from both muscle exhaustion and fear as the taloned feet clicked their way over the floor towards him. 

Raell looked at the trembling slave before her. She could feel the fear that coiled through him, and she reveled in it. Every being with a brain feared her, and while in her friends and allies the fear annoyed her, in her slaves it brought a smile to her face. 

Drake felt Mistress Raell unclip his arms, and as she released him he collapsed to the ground. He shuffled himself into the Dragon bow position, hoping she planned to feed and water him. 

A clawed hand wrapped around his lower jaw, lifting his head up. Mistress Raell gestured him to kneel, and he obeyed. She looked him over, and it was all he could do to not collapse to the ground. He was utterly exhausted, and his whole body ached. Mistress Raell seemed to sense this, and snapped her fingers and pointed at the cell in the back.

"Go and rest for a bit, pet. I'll be back down in a bit to run through what you learned yesterday, and then we can finish off the wall and start on the next stage of your training."

Drake slowly crawled over to the cell. His shoulders screamed with every movement, bringing tears to his eyes. He curled up in the cell, thankful for the pad at the bottom. He drifted off to the sleep of the truly exhausted, not even noticing that Mistress Raell had not closed the cell door.

Raell exited the room, annoyed at herself for leaving the slave tied up all night. However, she needed to get some work done- the giant plantation nor her numerous businesses could not run themselves- and eat lunch. Then she had a few arrangements to make for the party she was holding, and make sure her guest list was correct. Her thoughts turned to the next week, where a date of great importance arose. 

The Goddess Day. A day every species, except humans, celebrated. The day had originated with her race, the dragons, celebrating the Silver Goddess Raill, who had created the dimensions and breathed life into her personal species. It was also Raell's birthday. As a tribute to the Silver Goddess, Raell had been named after her. Silver dragons were rarely born, but a silver born on the Silver Day itself? That was unthought-of. Of course, after the Demon war, no dragons were left to celebrate the day with her. 

Raell shrugged off the sad thought, not wanting a genocide from so long ago to put a damper on her day. She strode to her office and set about getting her work done. Lunch was brought to her- fruits native to her world along with a few choice cuts of meat. She ate then went over the party plans, double checking everything. Satisfied that her work was done, for now at least, she headed downstairs, making sure to stop in the kitchen first.

Drake subconsciously heard the doors open, and found himself awake. Unsure why, he turned to see Mistress Raell entering the PR. He bowed, cringing as his shoulders throbbed.

The smell of fresh bread and grilled chicken hit his nose. His mouth started to water, and it took a lot of concentration to not drool on the floor.

Raell set the bowl of food in front of the bowed slave, then placed another bowl- this one full of water- next to it.

"Relax and eat, pet." She ordered, turning to go sit in one of the chairs in the room.

Drake took to the water first, thrilled when he realized Mistress Raell had enchanted it so that it would not empty. The food was delicious, and he even licked the bowl when he was done, not wanting to miss a drop of the dressing that had been on the chicken. Done, he looked around quietly, unsure what he was supposed to do.

Mistress Raell answered his questions, despite Drake not asking them out loud.

"Go take the bowls back to the kitchen then come back down."

Drake raced to obey, ignoring the pain his movement made. Upon return he started to kneel in front of his Mistress, awaiting orders.

"Stand up. We're going to do a run through of everything you learned yesterday and the day before." Mistress Raell said.

He spent the next hour getting her every whip, paddle, cane, flogger, or other tool she asked for. He did not get even one wrong, which he was proud of. He was getting the hang of it!

Raell chuckled slightly at her newest pet's thoughts. He was kneeling in front of her, awaiting orders. She reached forward and ran her fingers through his scruffy hair, simultaneously healing the muscle aches from a night of standing. She left the cane welts, however, deciding that a full healing would delete the effect of yesterday's punishment.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Drake did not know what possessed him to thank her, but as he felt the pain fade away he did. She kept running her fingers through his hair, humming softly. Reaching down, she undid the bit and bridle still on his head. Drake blinked- he'd forgotten about it completely, not even noticing it when he had eaten.

"Okay, Drake. The final section on that wall is electronic stuff. Get this right and we'll move on."

She had him fetch cattle prods, shock collars, Tasers, and different shock boxes. With every item he got wrong Mistress Raell would shock him five times with a smaller shocker. He learned to fear the soft hum of the device while it charged, whimpering every time he got an object wrong. To his relief Mistress Raell had less electronic gear than she had of the whips, paddles, and crops. He got the feeling she didn't actually like electricity, but did not ask her about it. 

Finally, Raell was satisfied Drake knew every object on the wall. She got up, tired of sitting in the chair. She looked over her newest pet, admiring the bronzed skin, rippling muscles, and honeyed brown hair. He was gorgeous, a true work of art, or he would be once all that extra hair was removed. Reaching down she took a handful of the long brown hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look at her. He shuddered softly under her steady gaze. 

Drake kept his eyes straight while she looked him over, but the second she released his hair he dropped his eyes. He was conscious of his nudity and the plug still in his ass. Mistress Raell gestured him to stand up, and he obeyed. 

Raell wasn't one for body hair, and none of her house pets were allowed it. Walking over to where she had set it before, she collected the tool used to remove it and handed to him.

"This wand removes unwanted hair. Here in the house that means all of your body hair, from legs to armpits. It removed the hairs by pulling them out same as a wax would, but without the mess. There are a bunch of these downstairs in the shower room- I'd recommend including a go over with the wand as part of your morning shower."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm going out for a bit. Shower, shave, then go upstairs and wait in my room."

"Yes, Mistress."

Drake had no doubt she was going flying- she'd 

been fidgety all afternoon and the massive windows and open rooms had giving him the impression that the dragon was a being of open places, not confining buildings. As he walked he heard a joyful roar outside, which brought a smile to his lips.

Heading downstairs, Drake walked bowlegged due to the plug still in his ass. She'd wanted him to shave completely, but the harness and plug would make it difficult to get every ass hair. He wondered what she'd do if she found a hair.

He walked into the open shower room, collecting soap and shaver as he went. He'd left the other one upstairs in its place on the wall. He soaped and scrubbed, then looked over the waxing wand. It looked like a white flat rectangle with a handle attached. A switch was built into the handle. 

Flipping the switch, he could feel the device hum much like an electric razor would. Testing it, he passed it over his leg. He yelped as the wand ripped out each hair it passed over, leaving him with a bare pink patch on his leg. 

Gritting his teeth Drake ripped off another patch of hair, watching it swirl down the drain. He finished that leg, making sure to go over it again twice to get any rogue hairs. The other leg was easier now that he knew what to expect. Drake stared at his dick, trying to picture how bad the removal of his public hair was going to be.

He took a deep breath and passed the wand over.

"GRruuuuhhhhhhh!!" He moaned.

The pain throbbed, but to his surprise he found that he slightly enjoyed it. Too much time as a slave, he thought to himself. A few more passes with the wand removed all of his pubic hair, leaving him bare and pink. Drake eyed the wand, trying to think how he'd manage to wax his ass.

"It's easier if either someone else does it or you sit on the floor and do it yourself."

Drake looked up as Aubrey walked in. 

"How'd you know what I was thinking?" he asked.

Aubrey smiled. "We've all been where you are now, trying to figure out how to remove all the 'unwanted' hair."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks."

Drake turned and sat down, spreading his legs to allow the wand access to his ass. He gritted his teeth against the uncomfortable twinges as the wand pulled out all the hair within its range. 

Drake passed the wand over multiple times, hoping he'd gotten every hair. He stood back up and waxed his chest and armpits. Those were the worst he decided. The hair in his pits was much more densely clumped than anywhere else, including his groin, and the wand simply pulled all the hair out at once.

Drake ran the wand over his body one more time, double checking he had gotten every hair. He placed the wand back where he'd found it, toweled off, and with a nod at Aubrey he headed upstairs.

Drake headed upstairs, taking one of the hidden staircases. He entered her bedroom, surprised to see Slade hunched over next to the desk. The bigger man shot Drake a glare but otherwise did not move.

"Um. Hey? Where do I sit to wait?"

"Next to me." Slade quietly answered, still not moving a muscle.

Drake realized Slade must be "locked" or ordered to not move whatsoever. He wondered why the dark haired slave had such animosity towards him, but decided to not ask. He kneeled down next to him, sitting and waiting for Mistress Raell's return. 

The two men waited for little over an hour. 

Drake's back muscles twitched and trembled, and he had lost feeling in his lower legs.

"Slowly flex your muscles."

Drake jerked to look at Slade. He was looking sideways at Drake, having noticed the boy's trembling. 

"Trust me, it helps with the trembling and lack of feeling."

"Thanks? Um, why help me? You obviously don't like me."

Slade smiled coldly.

"You are training to be one of us. It's only right I give you the same advice the guys before me told me."

"One of us? One of what? House slaves?"

Slade laughed. 

"No, Drake. One of Mistress Raell's personal slaves. House slaves are trained by other trainers. Only personal slaves are trained by Mistress Raell."

The duo sat quietly, Slade waiting and Drake thinking. Drake could feel fear once again coiling up in his stomach. Personal slave to the dragon? What had happened the slaves before Slade?

Drake flinched as the door to the room opened. 

Mistress Raell strode in. Drake was relieved she was in all human form, with no talons or tail to be seen. She ignored the two slaves, instead tending to some papers on her desk. Drake followed Slade's advice and slowly flexed different muscles in his body, surprised when it did help relieve the trembling and lack of sensation. He enjoyed the tensing and then the slow release of the tender muscle. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the same tiny movement going on under Slade's skin. Both men waited for their mistress to turn her attention to them.

Raell could feel the tension in the two slaves bowed over next to her desk. She ruffled and moved papers around, enjoying the quiet patience of Slade and the coiled nervousness of Drake. She looked out the window at the setting sun, thinking back on a time when the view would have been full of massive glittering dragons. She sighed and turned to look at the two men.

"Relax, Slade."

The dark haired man visibly unlocked, his toned body softening. He remained bowed, however, awaiting further orders. Mistress Raell got up and walked over to her bed, where she flopped over. Sitting up, she extended the massive silver wings out, stretching them. 

"Slade, back rub please. Drake, get over here and watch him, you'll be learning this skill next."

The two men got up. Slade sat behind his mistress, carefully running his hands up and down her back, tracing the tight muscles under her skin. He wished she would remove her top and lay face down on the bed so that he could get more contact with Mistress Raell and so he could admire her. He started putting pressure against her back, rubbing out the tightness in each of her powerful flight muscles and other back muscles. He was tempted to run a hand down the sleek silver wing only inches from his fingertips, but he did not dare to do so without permission.

Drake watched the bigger man's hands. He massaged in a select pattern Drake was sure mirrored the muscles under the dragon's shirt. Drake watched intently, following the swirling motions. His own fingers hungered to replace Slade's, much to Drake's surprise.

Raell relaxed, enjoying the massage. She gestured for Slade to stop.

"Drake, take Slade's place. Slade, watch and guide him."

Drake watched Slade's jaw flex but he got up and allowed Drake to take his place. Drake placed trembling fingers on his mistress's back, trying to emulate Slade's movements.

"Press harder, and move your hands smoother."

Slade guided Drake, trying to point out where each major muscle ran. Mistress Raell hummed, the stood up. She undid her shirt, undoing the hidden zippers in the back that allowed her wings to be extended. Drake lowered his eyes, waiting on her to finish undressing. Instead she simply lay on her stomach on the bed, her wings extended on either side. 

"Try now." Came her command.

The two men each took a side. They worked together, Slade guiding Drake. Drake could clearly see each muscle in her back, as well as where back turned to wing. He rubbed out knots, loving the feeling of the silky skin beneath his fingers. The dragoness hummed, clearly enjoying their ministrations.

The two men massaged until the dragon got back up, putting her shirt back on. 

"Not bad, pet." She ran a hand across Drake's jaw, then patted his cheek. She didn't look at Slade, and Drake saw the jealous look Slade gave him.

"Go get dinner you two. After that Drake go to the PR, Slade go about your normal duties."

"Yes, Mistress." The two men chorused.

Raell swept out of the room, headed down to go get dinner. The two slave followed a minute after, going to the kitchen to eat.

Slade went to join Aubrey and a handful of other slaves eating together. Drake snagged a dog bowl and some oatmeal. He added canned peaches and quickly devoured the whole thing. 

"Easy kid."

Drake looked up at a strawberry blonde, who was smiling down at him.

"Don't choke on the gruel- it's not that tasty."

As if on cue Drake choked, and after coughing the offending flake up, he smiled back at the man.

"I'm Cody. What do they call you?"

"Drake."

"You are new?"

Drake nodded, having eaten another scoop of the oatmeal.

"Sweet. House slave?"

"Um... No, I think. Slade said that since Mistress Raell is training me that I'm going to be a personal slave."

"Well even better! Welcome to the ranks, Drake!"

Cody grinned at him again, then sauntered back over to Slade and Aubrey's group.

Drake finished eating and headed downstairs. He still walked a little bowlegged due to the buttplug, but found he was pretty used to it. 

He approached the same wooden platform, going over everything he'd learned the last few days. He suddenly paused in his metal review, recalling the broken faces he'd seen in the pens back at the training farm. He remembered his vow to rebel, forgotten in the stress and change of his transfer to the mansion. With the memory came the thought of the various punishments he'd seen Raell merit out in the PR. His feelings were mixed- on one hand he did not want to become the dragon's newest bitch, but on the other hand none of her personal slaves seemed "broken" in the way the other slaves he'd met were. If anything, they seemed to enjoy their lives.

Drake was mentally debating himself when Mistress Raell walked in. 

"Relax." She ordered.

Drake did not get up from his bow, but he straightened up and watched the dragoness as she swept around the room. She went and grabbed a handful of straps and what looked like a dildo. Drake swallowed, both afraid and aroused at the idea of what he thought was about to happen. 

"You've finished basic tool training. Time for step two- strap-on training."

Mistress Raell snapped her fingers and pointed at a padded metal sawhorse. The gesture was the same as an order for Drake to go over to the device. 

Obeying, Drake stood next to it. Mistress Raell grabbed his collar and yanked him to the end of the sawhorse, then shoved him on his belly on it. His hands were clipped together under it, and his collar was clipped to the bench. Drake could feel the blood rushing to his groin. He'd dreamed of having a woman fuck his ass, as was slightly excited that it seemed that was about to happen. 

Drake's Y-Strap was undone, and the horsetail buttplug was removed. Drake moaned softly as it slid out.

"You like that, boy?"

"Yes, Mistress Raell."

Raell laughed softly. She was always happy when she found out that one of her pets enjoyed an ass fucking. The majority had to be taught to enjoy it.

She approached his head, allowing him to eye the big black dildo set in her harness. She smiled down at him, flashing the elongated canines. 

"Next lesson, pet. How to suck a cock and then take it in the ass."

She rubbed the strap-on's tip across his face, then around his lips. She tapped it against his mouth, and Drake opened his mouth. Under him his dick swelled, oozing precum. She slid the tip in his mouth, and Drake sucked, wetting the rubber surface down.

"Better wet it down well, slave. You are providing your own lube."

Drake shoved his neck against his collar, trying to get more of the dildo in his mouth. Mistress Raell complied, thrusting her hips against his head. Drake choked on the dick, drooling madly. He licked up and down its length, making sure the surface was as wet as possible. He thought back to when Zack had fucked his face, but a deep thrust by Mistress Raell brought him back to the present.

He choked again, and the dick slid out of his mouth.

"Ready, pet?"

"Yes please, Mistress."

"Please? You must really want it, Drake."

"Yes, Mistress. Please fuck me."

The bell laugh sounded again, and she walked around him. Drake shuddered as the dildo rubbed down his crack, circling his asshole. It pushed into him, sliding in easily due to the constant stretching from the buttplugs. 




Breaking Drake Ch. 13



"Ohhhaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." Drake moaned.

The strap-on rubbed across his prostate, thrusting all the way into his ass. 

"Oooohhhhhhhhh..." He moaned again.

"Ooooohhhhh, slave? Ohhhhhhhh? You liking this?"

"Ohhh... Yes, Mistress."

"Your ass is gobbling my cock up like a little slut, boy!"

She thrusted in and out, forcing the strap-on deeper into his ass. The puddle of precum under Drake's belly grew, and he could feel his testicles retracting as his body prepared to climax.

Raell could feel the tension in Drake's body winding up. She hadn't yet mentally trained his subconscious to only cum on her command, and when she felt his body reaching that stage she pulled all the way out, effectively stopping his climax.

"UUhhhhhuhhhhhuhhhhh!" Drake groaned, his body trembling with the need to cum.

"No cumming without my permission, slave." Mistress Raell snarled at him.

"Pleaseee may I cum, Mistress?"

"Not tonight, slave."

"Pleaseeee?!"

"No."

Drake knew better than to show his frustration, but his balls ached like crazy. He humped against the padded bench, finishing what the strap-on had started.

"Uhhhhhhh..." He moaned.

"Uhhh? Uhhh?! Did you just cum!? Did you just 

CUM?!"

She strode over to his head and grabbed a handful of his hair, jerking his head up. As Drake open his mouth to yelp she thrusted the dildo into his mouth.

"Clean yourself off my dick, slave."

Drake choked, struggling to pull back. The collar stopped him, and instead Mistress Raell thrusted deeper.

She pulled his head up further, and he gave her a pleading look.

"Clean it, slave." Her snarled order was the only response to the look. 

The furious glint in her eye terrified Drake, and trying his hardest to ignore his gag reflex he sucked down on the strap-on.

He repeated most of the movements he had when he was wetting the strap-on down, imagining that he was simply getting it wet for another ass fucking. 

He gasped for air when Mistress Raell finally pulled out. 

She unclipped him, but Drake did not stand up. He remained bowed over, waiting to see what she wanted of him next.

"Clean up your mess, slave."

Drake slowly got up, revealing the puddle of white ooze that had been sitting between his belly and the sawhorse. Seeing it, Mistress Raell growled again. She snagged his collar and yanked his head down to it.

"Lick it all up."

Drake hesitated, disgusted at the idea. 

"Lick. It. Up."

The ice cold voice behind him held no lenience. Drake licked up some of his semen, dry heaving quietly. The salty taste coated his mouth, and his stomach lurched.

"You don't cum unless I let you, slave."

Drake licked the bench clean, finding that he was getting used the taste. Mistress Raell hauled his head back up, then ran a hand up his belly, collecting all the cum on his belly. 

"Open." She ordered, holding her hand up to his mouth. Drake complied, and she slipped her hand inside his mouth. She face fucked him with her fingers, making him gag when her fingers reached the back of his throat.

Drake could feel his temper rising, but his fear of Mistress Raell kept him from speaking his mind. She pulled out her hand, and dragged him over to a bunch of cabinets where she forced him to kneel. 

She rummaged through the drawers, grabbing a few silver pieces of metal. Returning to him, she pushed his chest back so that his cock and balls were readily available. Drake recalled the permanent chastity belting he has witnessed and whimpered, afraid she was going to do the same to him.

Raell fitted the chastity device onto the slave. He would learn that only she had the power to allow him to come, but until then he would stay locked up, unable to rise to attention.

Drake looked down his chest, trying to figure out what the hell Mistress Raell was doing. A silver tube held his dick, while a metal band wrapped around his cock and balls, and the whole set was interconnected. He realized it was a chastity belt. Drake felt his nervousness decrease when he realized she did not melt the keys to his belt. 

"There you go slave. Try getting hard and cumming in that."

"Thank you Mistress."

Drake decided it was in his best interest to try to defuse the dragoness's anger. He kept his eyes and head down as she grabbed his collar once again and hauled him back up. She took him back over to the padded bench and tied him back down on his stomach. He listened as she moved around behind him, and then she approached his head. Another dildo slapped his face, and he opened his jaws. Mistress Raell thrusted the full length of the strap-on in, and Drake's body convulsed as the rubber cock filled his throat and blocked his airway.

Raell rammed her dick in and out of Drake's mouth, allowing him only brief moments of air. He struggled against his cuffs and collar, but to her pleasure he did not try to bite or close his jaws against the strap-on. She could feel the tension coiling back in his groin again, but it was restrained by the chastity device. 

Drake gasped for air as Mistress Raell pulled out of his mouth. She rubbed the tip of the dick around his asshole then slammed into him.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhh..." Drake moaned loudly. The second dildo was larger than the first.

The big rubber dick thrusted against his prostate, and he could feel his dick trying to rise. The chastity belt pulled his balls forward as his dick tried to swell, adding pain to the sensations he was feeling. The pain only seemed to turn him on more.

The black dildo thrusted in and out, rubbing his prostate and filling up his ass. He grunted each time Mistress Raell thrusted all the way into him, his body shoved up against the bench. She ran her fingernails down his back, increasing the sexual tension in his body.

"May I cum, Mistress Raell?"

"No. You already came, slave."

He groaned as she thrusted deeper and deeper into him. His balls drew up against him as well as they could with the belt on. Mistress Raell suddenly pulled out, denying him his climax. Drake panted, badly wanting her to take of the belt and allow him to come. His dick twitched in the chastity device, swollen but unable to fully rise, and his balls ached with the need to cum.

Mistress Raell walked away, probably putting the strap-on harness and dildo away. Drake waited, feeling the pain caused by his half-erection overriding his enjoyment of the ass fucking. He had a major case of the blue balls, but he knew better than to complain.

Mistress Raell walked back over to him and unclipped him. Drake knelt down in front of her.

"Lesson learned, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Drake now knew to not cum without permission, but if it got him an ass fucking like that he wasn't sure he wouldn't disobey.

Raell laughed to herself as she overheard the thought run through Drake's mind. The slave really did love being fucked in the ass. She wondered if he'd learn to enjoy a man doing the same to him. If not, too bad.

"Go down to the Cave- your cell is number A46. That's block A, cell 46. I expect you to get breakfast and be waiting outside my bedroom tomorrow morning at 7. You should be washed, shaved, and ready to serve. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Drake watched Mistress Raell walk out, then got up and headed into the Cave, the massive underground "prison" for all the house slaves. He went down into cell block A and found cell 46. The small cell had a toilet and sink combo in the corner and a large pad on the floor. Drake sighed, glad he wasn't on a sandy arena floor but he missed the memory foam bed he had back at his home.



Breaking Drake Ch. 14



Drake looked around the small cell, and sighed to himself. He curled up on the floor of the cell, shivering softly in the cool air. 

"How am I supposed to wake up at the right time tomorrow?" He asked himself quietly. 

"Oh hey kid!"

Drake looked up into the bright grin of Cody.

"Hey Cody."

"You okay Drake?"

"Yeah man. Just tired. I'm also trying to figure out how I'm supposed to wake up at a set time tomorrow."

Cody entered the cell and sat down next to him.

"As for the need for an alarm clock- I can wake you up. Mistress Raell will 'upgrade' you at some point- she'll knock you out and modify your subconscious so that you will automatically know the time and be able to set mental alarms and other stuff like that. She'll only do it if you pass her training though."

"Really? Weird. How does she do that?"

"No idea, kid. Hypnosis? No-one has yet figured it out."

"Huh."

Drake turned away from Cody, settling down and trying to get comfortable. He heard Cody leave, and the clang as his cell door closed. Drake curled back up on the mat and drifted off into sleep.

He dreamed that night of his former life. He was going off-roading with some of his friends, laughing and creating a mess. He began to twitch and groan in his sleep as chains and leather wrapped around him and dragged him from his car.

"Hey kid! Kid! Drake!"

Drake jerked awake, scrambling back from the voice. He looked up to Cody's concerned face.

"You okay? You were making these weird ass faces."

"I'm fine, Cody, thanks. Just a bad dream. What time is it?"

"It's five thirty. I figured that gave you enough time to get shower and eat."

Drake got up, groaning softly. The cane welts still hurt, and he'd slept curled up instead of spread out. 

"Thanks man."

Cody nodded at Drake and walked off. Drake stretched and got up. He headed to the shower room, and was surprised by the number of guys in the room. He avoided looking at anyone and collected soap and shaver. He washed and shaved as quickly as he could, hissing at the cold water. 

Drake toweled off, hoping his longer hair would dry quickly.

Drake took one of the staircases up to the kitchen, where he had to dodge the slaves scurrying around cooking the trainers' breakfasts. 

He grabbed two bowls and filled them with juice and cereal. He took his time eating, enjoying the food's flavor after months of slop feed, the late few days not counting. 

He watched the slaves as they hurried about, and as he did he realized there was a hierarchy among the slaves. The personal slaves with the fancier collars, cuffs, harnesses, and different brands appeared to be at the top of the slave ladder, as he noticed that the other house slaves walked around them and made way for the men. They seemed to respect the personal slaves, though Drake thought that any man who directly served the dragon deserved the utmost respect.

The house slaves were on the next level. They scampered around the room cooking, cleaning, and hollering orders at each other. They laughed and joked while they worked, helping each other as needed. They wore a simpler outfit, and they also were branded with a different dragon brand.

Finally, there were a handful of other men who appeared to be at the very bottom. They had the same brand and get up as Drake did, and he thought that maybe they were house slaves in training. The house slaves ordered them around, having them fetch stuff and wash the pots and pans. Several of the house slaves glanced over at him questioningly but none approached. 

Drake finished eating, watching a few of the personal slaves as they laughed and talked amongst each other. Cody came in after a bit, joining his fellow men. Drake envied the comradery among them, at the ease in which they talked and teased each other. It wouldn't be so bad, he thought to himself, to be one of them. 

Drake finished eating and put the bowls in the dishwasher. He then headed upstairs, going to Mistress Raell's room.

Drake bowed down in front of the big wooden doors. He could hear a low rumbling behind them, and he guessed it was still early and that the dragoness had yet to wake. He remained bowed over, listening to the sound of her breathing. He jumped as the rumbling suddenly became a loud roar. 

Raell yawned mightily, stretching as she rose from her sleep. She spread her wings, enjoying the tightness in her chest muscles as she did. She turned and headed outside, where breakfast- six hogs- awaited. 

She ate the pigs, then watched off her muzzle and raised her wings again, feeling the warm morning sun soak into them. She lowered her head down to look at the slaves that had brought up her breakfast from the farms.

"I will have breakfast in the house tomorrow." She mentally communicated with them.

The slaves bowed than scrambled away, desperate to put distance between them and the giant silver dragon.

Raell laughed in the rolling rumble of her kind as she watched them leave, then headed back inside. 

Once she was, she switched forms and headed to the doors out to the hallway.

Drake stifled a yelp as the doors opened, but otherwise did not move. 

"Relax. Follow me."

He crawled after his mistress as she headed into her smaller bedroom. He eyed the soft brown calf-length boots, imagining licking them clean. He'd start with the tip, he decided, and work his way up.

Mistress Raell stopped walking in her bedroom, and gestured for him to sit up in his knees. Drake looked around the room, and was surprised to see Slade curled up on a doggy bed in the corner.

"Good morning Mistress." He sat up, shooting a glare at Drake. "Going hunting today?"

Drake looked Mistress Raell over, and realized she indeed was dressed in hunting clothes. The leather boots were soft soled to better quiet her steps, and she wore a camouflaged top.

"Indeed."

"The boys don't stand a chance, Mistress."

Mistress Raell just laughed, then walked over to her desk.

"Slade, I want you to start instructing Drake here on the art of massaging and physical therapy. He's going to be under your care until you think he is competent. Then I'll be testing him- if he fails I'll be taking it out on him and you. Understood?"

Slade shot Drake a poisonous look. 

"Yes, Mistress Raell."

She nodded at him, then turned to Drake.

"Slave, you had better pay attention. Slade is highly trained masseuse, as all my personal slaves are. He'll be teaching you, which means you do everything he says. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Raell gazed over the pair, then nodded to herself. She strode from the room, leaving the duo staring 

at each other.

Slade looked Drake over, a look of fury on his face.

"Alright man, what? Why do you hate me?"

Slade snorted, rolling his eyes but answered.

"It's because every time Mistress Raell trains a new personal slave, she sells off one of us. She keeps nine of us exactly, no more no less. So everyone dislikes new guys. Doesn't help that you suck up all of Mistress Raell's time."

"Really? Jez. But Cody is nice to me, even though he is a personal slave."

"He's the newest slave, so he isn't worried about being replaced. Now, come on, we need to get started."

Slade went to a device set in the wall and keyed in a few numbers. After a half minute there was a knock on the door.

"Come on in." Slade snapped.

Drake stared as one of the lowest tiered slaves entered, clearly terrified.

"Most human form beings have the same muscle structure. We're going to use this slave as our model. Do remember that any winged or tailed humanoid beings will have an extra set of muscles, but we'll worry about those later."

Slade had the slave lay belly down on the floor, and went over every muscle in the back, as well as the legs. Drake learned how to correctly massage each, paying special attentions to pressure points. No doubt this had been the best day of the model slave's life.

While they massaged, Drake daydreamed that the skin under his fingers belonged to his mistress. in his head she moaned as he worked out a knot in her shoulder, and would reward him but unlocking his chastity belt and giving him a hand job. He'd run his fingers up and down her silky skin and..

"Drake! Pay attention!"

Drake jerked as Slade caught him daydreaming.

"Good lord man, you need to know this. Both of our hides rely on you knowing how to do this. I can't teach you everything in one day, but it'll go faster if you pay fucking attention."

Satisfied that Drake knew the back muscles, Slade had the slave flip over. 

"We don't massage the core muscles, but shoulder, thigh, and feet all can be."

So they spent the next two hours going over those. 

Drake disliked the front massage- in part because it made him realize he was massaging another guy and also because it stopped him from pretending the body under his fingers belonged to Mistress Raell.

"Focus, Drake!"

"Sorry, Slade."

Slade dismissed the slave. 

"Okay, now do everything you just learned to me." 

He ordered Drake.

"Really? Jez. Um, okay..."

Now Drake really couldn't daydream about the dragoness.

Slade laid down on his stomach and Drake started massaging his shoulders. 

"Rub a little harder, Drake. Slow circles."

Drake did as told, and could feel the muscles under his hands soften and relax.

"Uhhhh... There you go. Damn that feels good, Drake."

Drake laughed uncomfortably, but continued massaging the bigger man. Slade paused his ministrations only thrice more in order to give advice. Drake's finger sand arms started to cramp from the constant movement.

"Alright, I think you have it down. Not to mention my stomach is grumbling."

Drake sat up, grateful to be able to stop massaging Slade's foot. That was just weird.

The pair headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Slade left Drake to go chat with Cody, Aubrey, and the other personal slaves. They group muttered among them, and Drake thought about joining them. 

Remembering Slade's comment that Drake could replace one of them, Drake figured the group would probably be hostile if he approached.

Drake ate his lunch quickly, glancing over at Slade the whole time he did so. He figured there was more to the lesson, but the other man ignored Drake and chatted among his buddies.

Finishing up, Drake put his bowls away and walked to the window. He could see the huge fields that covered the valley floor as well as the tiny teams of men that plowed, sowed seeds, and otherwise tended to the earth. Big red barns with attached arenas dotted the valley as well, and he spotted a few of the caged wagons as they moved from barn to barn. There were also plenty of fenced in pastures with various animals in them, of what kind he couldn't tell. Off to his right forest covered the rest of the valley floor. 

"You ready Drake?"

Drake jumped as Slade snapped him out of his study of the area.

"Yeah."

Slade led Drake back upstairs, and sat down on the 

floor.

"You've got the basics of massaging down. You'll develop your own style in time. You just need to learn about the various other muscle sets you may see depending on the being you have to massage. For example- Mistress Raell will usually have wings and a tail. Both appendages have extra muscles that overlay and sometimes replace other muscles."

Drake looked up as another slave entered the room. 

However, this slave was not human. He had a set of leathery black wings and a shorter thicker tail than Mistress Raell. His skin was pale, a contrast with his dark eyes and hair. Gold rings were pierced in various parts of his wings, and at the edges patterns had been cut out of them, rendering them useless for flight. His collar, cuffs, and harness filigree were all gold as well.

"What the hell..?"

"Drake, this is Denillvn, but those of us without a split tongue call him Den. He's a demon. They are a lot like dragons except all black and less powers. We are using him as a practice model today."

Slade had Den lie flat on his belly and spread out his wings. 

"Um, one question first? You are the first non-human slave I've seen. Why?"

Slade laughed but poked at Den to answer Drake.

"Because I challenged Mistress Raell to a fight, and lost." Den looked up at Slade. "He's new?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then. Well Drake, there are a few of us 

around here but Mistress Raell usually keeps us from her sight. She's not a big fan of my kind. You'll learn more about her history, I'm sure, but to answer your question, I and the rest of the demons here tried to finish wiping out the dragons in a death or servitude battle, where the winner would either kill or enslave the loser, depending on the situation. I begged for my life upon feeling her jaws around my throat, and now here I am."

Drake nodded, still confused but not wanting to waste any more time.

"Alright slave. Now these muscles here connect..."

Slade guided Drake's hand up and down Den's back, showing him how to correctly massage each muscle in the wing and tail. Drake was thankful he did not have to massage Den's feet.

He once again pretended to be working on the soft silver wings of his mistress, remembering how fluffy and smooth they had looked the last time he'd massaged her. 

"Alright Drake, I think you have the gist of it down."

"Slade, I'm pretty sure I've already forgotten everything already..."

"Well, slave, you better hope not." A bell voice rang through the room.

Drake turned to see Mistress Raell had come back into the room. A bow was slung over her shoulder along with a quiver of arrows.

"Mistress Raell! How was the hunt?" 

Raell turned to look at Slade, who was bowed down next to Drake. 

"It was excellent. We bagged all five of the pre-released and the runners didn't stand a chance."

She turned her gaze to the demon crumpled on the floor, shaking. She walked over to him, noting how he flinched from her approach. Slipping a boot under his lowered face she raised his head so he had to look up at her.

"Ah, Denillvn. Good to see you have some use yet. 

Get out."

"Yes Mistress Raell!" Den squeaked, frantically crawling out of the room.

Raell listened as the terrified demon bolted down the hallway, then turned to look at the two slave still in her room.

"My guests are staying for dinner tonight, so Slade, go get ready to serve. Drake, stay where you are."

Slade stood and left the room, his jaw grinding at annoyance of being dismissed before Drake.

Raell turned back to Drake. 

"You will be doing follow up lessons with Slade in the mornings. When he is satisfied he's taught you everything he can than I'll be testing you. For now, you'll accompany me to dinner. It'll be just like before- you eat off the floor like a good dog and obey any order given. Understood, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Raell leashed Drake, feeling a prick of joy when her slave raised his head to allow her access to his collar. The small submissive act allowed her insight on his progression towards more submissive behavior. She took the end of the tether and had him follow her back downstairs.

Drake crawled behind his mistress, trying hard to keep up with her longer stride. His knees began to hurt, but he knew complaining would get him nowhere so he kept silent. Two slaves opened the doors to the main hall, and Drake looked around at the handful of women and men in the room. There were slaves tied like caught and killed game to long poles, strung up horizontally off the floor. Drake felt a flash of fear as he realized they had been who Mistress Raell and her friends had been hunting.

Drake crawled after Mistress Raell, who socialized among her friends. They all had follower slaves on leashes, and Drake occasionally caught the eye of one. They looked terrified, and stuck close to their owners. Slade, Cody, and the rest of the personal slaves darted among the mistresses and masters burdened with trays of drinks and food.

Occasionally some of the hunters would go over to one of the "prey" and would torment him, making the room resonate with screams and yelps.

"Alright everyone, shall we actually eat? I'm sorry we couldn't eat what we hunted today, but I've found smart prey is more fun than the regular animal, though with this group maybe I should have switched them out..."

The whole group laughed at this, and one of the mistresses swatted at a slave, making him yelp.

"So, let's eat!"

The group headed to the main table, swapping tales of the hunt. Drake kept his head down, eating everything put in his bowl. He listened to the stories, feeling his own heart race at the idea of sprinting naked through the woods, listening to those hunting him and awaiting the spear or arrow that would bring him down. The favorite story of the night seemed to be that of a tougher slave that had tried to fight back despite several injuries but had eventually been caught and trussed up like a rodeo cow. 

As the meal came to an end, Mistress Raell once again quieted down the group.

"Let's have some after dinner entertainment before you all leave. Kilsi, you brought down our troublesome slave. What do you want to see?"

A tall blonde woman nodded at the smattering of applause then turned to gaze at Mistress Raell.

"Hm. The slaves caught first- let's have them all wrestle. The winner gets to top the losers. Sound like fun?"

The group yelled out their agreement.

"They need to make up for their lack in entertainment somehow, am I right?"

Mistress Raell laughed along with Kilsi and her friends, then walked over to one of the hanging slaves. She cut him down, then did the same for two other slaves.

"Let's make it interesting. Winner gets to top the others and gets three days of relaxation, while the losers have to cover his duties on top of their own."

The three slaves were herded into the center of the room, while the serving slaves moved the table and other furniture out of the way. The three looked terrified, encircled by those that had only hours earlier hunted them through the forest. 

"The winner will be decided thus- when the other two slaves in with him can no longer fight back." 

Mistress Raell joined the circle, and Drake kneeled at her feet. He had a great view point as the three slaves spread out, eyeing each other suspiciously.

"And begin!"

The three men circled each other, and one of them yelped as one of the masters shoved him forward. Instantly, the other two grabbed him, slinging him to the floor and holding him down. The downed slave squirmed and tried to get up, but the other two slaves held him tight. One of the slaves moved to fuck the other's face and Drake turned away, 

remembering the blonde slave from so long ago.

CRACK.

The slave screamed as Mistress Raell's whip carved into his skin.

"We'll have none of that. You have done nothing to deserve any pleasure, even from another slave. You have to win first, slave."

Drake watched as the bottom slave took advantage of the distraction and pain of the slave holding his arms and managed to get himself free. He delt with that slave first, and quickly subdued him. 

Having taken out the lesser issue, the underdog and the unwhipped slave circled each other, occasionally reaching out to swipe at the other's face.

"Get on with it!"

"Let's go, slaves!"

The crowd circled in closer, and the slaves were forced together. The underdog grabbed the arm of the other, who then tripped him. They went down, and Drake smiled to himself as the underdog slave managed to conquer the other slave as well.

He twisted his body around his opponent, locking his legs around one of the other slave's and putting him in a choke hold. His opponent promptly tapped out.

"We have a winner!"

Drake held steady as Mistress Raell leaned against him, directing Cody and another to drag the downed slaves out of the circle.




Breaking Drake Ch. 14



"I've changed my mind, Raell."

Kilsi spoke up, and everyone turned to her.

"Hm?" Was Mistress Raell's only answer.

"I vote we let this pup top the dog I brought down, teach that one some lessons in humility."

"How about you top him instead? After seeing this show I think this slave could have done better than being the second one captured today, and I don't think he deserves a reward other than a day of relaxation."

The group liked this idea even more, and Kilsi smiled and nodded.

"Well then, give me a strap on!"

Drake watched as a big bull of a man was dragged into the center of the circle. He stood tall and proud, and it took several people to get him tied down across a small table Aubrey had brought out.

Kilsi walked around him, allowing the slave to see the big black dick hanging down between her legs.

She grabbed a glass of wine from one of the other mistresses and poured it over the dick and his ass, then grabbed his hips and shoved her way in.

"Huuuuuuhhhhh..."

Drake winced at the sudden penetration, sure the other man would rip around the huge cock. He held firm however, his jaw tightening and his body struggling against the ropes that bound it.

She thrusted in and out of him, and Drake could feel his own cock trying to harden as he thought about replacing the other man with himself.

Each thrust Kilsi made the slave grunted, not struggling now that he'd realized it was useless. The ropes held him firm, and his struggles had only cause him ropeburn. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up and back, and the crowd laughed at the faces he made as the dick slammed in and out of him.

Mistress Raell waited as her friend bucked her hips back and forth, then stepped in.

"Let's not let him have too much fun, eh everyone?"

Kilsi pulled out of the slave, and Drake could see him trying to hide his humping of the table. He was enjoying the fucking, despite this struggles and faces.

Mistress Raell cut him free then kicked his legs out from under him. The mistresses and masters bellowed at the sight of the rock hard cock that bounced against his belly. It glistened with pre-cum, and Drake flashed back to his own orgasm under similar conditions.

"Suck her cock, slave." Mistress Raell growled into the slave's ear.

Drake trembled with the want to bend over the table, eyeing the black dildo as Kilsi tapped it against the other slave's face. His dick ached in its cage, and he could feel pre-cum of his own leaking out. Oh, how he wanted to be fucked.

Mistress Raell turned slightly to smile down at him, promises in her eyes.



Breaking Drake Ch. 15



Drake helped the other personal and house slaves clean up. His leash bounced against his chest, a reminder of Mistress Raell's order for him to come upstairs after the dining room was clean. The captured slaves were cut free and shepherded down to the Cave. Drake noticed most of the house slaves snuck scraps of the dinner food, which had consisted of a roasted hog and various fruit and vegetable dishes. He didn't blame them- the meal had been delicious.

Drake finished stacking a bunch of plates and put them away, and looked around the massive room, now sparkling clean.

"Come on, Drake!" Cody hollered at him, and the personal slaves all walked up together.

Drake looked over the group. They were all different heights but they had the same body build- athletic, but not too big. A white guy with curly, platinum blonde hair was the biggest of the group, and was about an inch taller than Cody, the next tallest guy. Drake was almost even in height with Cody, and the rest of the men were all shorter. They were a mix of ethnicity as well. Aubrey, Cody, Slade, Drake, and two other guys were white, while the other four were Asian, Hispanic, Black, and what appeared to be a Native American. Even among with white men there was an obvious difference in genetic inheritance, as none were carbon copies of the other. Mistress Raell seemed to have no one taste in men, Drake thought to himself.

Drake and group paused at Mistress Raell's bedroom, where Slade knocked quietly.

"Enter." The bell voice sounded behind the door.

The ten slaves entered, bowing down to kneel before their mistress. She was sitting at her desk, but had turned her chair to face them. Drake thought that she looked tired, which surprised him. It was the first time he'd seen her even look slightly... human? The confidence and aura of power no longer swirled around her, and she almost appeared to sag in the seat.

"Mistress?"

One of the slaves- the tall platinum blonde- spoke up, looking at his mistress with concern.

"Yes, Jai?"

"Are you alright?"

Raell sighed softly. Jai, the oldest of her personal slaves still on hand, had once been a Roman. She'd purchased him when humans sold each other, before she'd started enslaving them herself. Before a lot of things.

He'd been around long enough to almost sense her emotions, and he knew of the upcoming day. Jai had willingly stayed by her side each time, doing his best to support her.

Jai could see the clouds of emotion in the dragon's eyes, and her crawled forward to kiss her thigh. She looked down at him and he tensed slightly, praying he hadn't misjudged and stepped out of line. The new kid- Drake- had put him on edge, afraid that this time, it would be his turn to go.

The dragon only smiled softly at him, and Jai pressed forward. He ran his hands down her leg, carefully undoing her boots. A matching sound came from next to him, and he saw that Cody had crawled over to attend to the other leg. 

Drake watched quietly as the nine slaves crowded around Mistress Raell, rubbing her shoulders or kissing her legs. She had reached down and was petting two of the men, smiling softly. Drake was confused by the emotions that warred through him. 

He wanted, as always, to go home, yet... seeing these men satisfied with serving this woman made him want to join them and experience it himself. 

Drake pushed the thoughts away, deciding to dwell upon them when he had the chance. If he missed a cue now, he could suffer dearly for it.

Jai kissed up and down Mistress Raell's leg, each time kissing up an inch further, heading slowly to his goal. Above him, the dragoness moaned quietly, and her hand came down to tangle in his hair, preventing him from going back down to her toes and starting over. Jai froze slightly, but when the hand did not pull his head away, he continued kissing the thigh under his lips.

Slade and another of the slaves carefully undid the dress Mistress Raell had switched into for the party. The dragon allowed to be carefully pulled up and off her, revealing the matching pair of black underwear underneath.

"Mistress."

Slade's voice, rough with need, sounded from behind her.

"Yes, Slade?"

"May we move you to the bed? You will be more comfortable there, Mistress."

She nodded, and Drake watched as Slade lifted the dragoness up. The sight surprised him. He'd forgotten that the dragoness's human form was not a tall one, maybe five foot three. She always seemed so much bigger.

Slade carried Raell to the bed, setting her down gently on her back. She sat up, and he slipped behind her to massage her back, allowing Jai and Cody to resume their previous positions. The other six men jostled around, trying to serve their mistress. Slade shot them a dagger glare, and Aubrey and others backed off. He knew that each wanted to please Raell, but she would become annoyed with all the men flocking around her. 

Slade unhooked the lacy black bra, freeing the perfectly round breasts from their prison. His hands continued to rub up and down her back, releasing the tension from her body.

Jai ran his hand up Raell's leg. He could feel his erection pressing against his belly, and knew Cody and Slade were the same. Once again Raell's hand wound itself in his hair, and another quick moan filled the room. Jai inched his face closer and closer, waiting to see if Raell wanted what he wanted to give.

Raell could feel Jai's lips edging closer to her, all thoughts of sadness gone from her mind. She parted her legs, allowing his access. He reached up and hooked his fingers on her underwear, sliding the garment down her legs and off. She trembled in the colder air of her bedroom, and at 

the need stirred up in her by her pets.

"Uhhhhhhhh...!!" 

She hissed as the man took the invitation. His tongue lapped slow and steady against her clit, stoking the fire in her belly. The chills were gone in an instant, her body solely focused on the tongue swirling and dancing with her clit. His hand rubbed up and down her leg, and slowly circled upwards. Slade and Cody retreated, giving the floor over completely to Jai.

Drake watched the whole scene with desire. The dragon bucked slightly against Jai's face, her moans increasing and her body glistening with sweat. He could smell her, and the natural desire to take her was beginning to run through his veins. His cock was frustrated by the cage, unable to rise completely, his balls stretched out and pulling painfully. Drake wanted her, needed her. He was no virgin, having lost it to his second girlfriend in high school, but the need he felt now was nothing like what he felt then. It was worse.

Raell felt Jai slide his hand all the way up, then carefully slip a finger into her depths. She let out a rumbling moan as the fire turned to a raging storm of want.

Jai's tongue never stopped, and he felt her legs start to tremble. His erection throbbed in harmony, but he ignored his desires and focused on hers. His swirled his tongue up and down, matching it to his fingers as they slid in and out of her. He slid another finger in, feeling her muscles tightening around them. 

One of the slaves- the stock man with Asian inheritance- leapt up, taking up Slade's spot behind her back and reached around to massage and tease Mistress Raell's breasts. Drake watched open

mouthed, almost drooling, as the silky orbs under the man's hands bounced. He squeezed them, rolling the nipples between each hand. Mistress Raell's moans once again increased and changed pitch. 

Drake's own body trembled now as it tried to rise to attention. He dripped precum, and a quick glimpse to the men next to him revealed every man was in the same state he was, albeit without the cage to prevent their erections.

Jai increased the beat of his fingers, sliding them in and out faster and faster. He knew she was at the edge, and between Donovan's tending to her breasts and his own ministrations he was sure the dragoness was going to explode around his tongue and fingers at any second. The fingers gripping his scalp tightened, and the second hand reached down to his other arm resting besides her. Her nails sank into his flesh, but the pain only hyped him up more. 

Raell thrust her hips up as she came. Her eyes fluttered, and her thighs and belly trembled at the muscles contracted and loosened. The breath hissed out between her teeth, which turned to razors as she temporarily slipped into a far more scaly being. Pleasure radiated in waves through her body, wakening and feeding the feral side to her scaled and fanged side. Power swelled up from within her, and her eyes turned silver as the beast inside her took over.

Drake, mouth agape and dick drooling, could not pry his eyes away. Mistress Raell curled around Jai's head, her whole body shaking. Scales patterned themselves across her skin and for a second ghost wings shimmered from her back. But then she seemed to take control of herself, and the scales and wings vanished.

Jai remained where he was, feeling the power of Raell's orgasm as it ran its course through her body. He heard her inhale and looked up, right into silver glowing eyes.

Raell's body hummed. She could feel her power as it coursed through her, wakened by the orgasm. She panted slightly, but was not nearly finished. Using the hand still caught in Jai's hair, she tugged, and he stood up. At six foot one the blonde slave towered over her, but she did not fear him in the slightest. no, she did not fear him. She wanted him.

Jai could see the sexual hunger rampaging through his mistress. She was still panting, and her eyes remained silver and her canines elongated. She had little control over herself at the moment, and he was both ecstatic and terrified. Unlike humans, the dragons' sexual poweress allowed them to go for hours, even days, if the lust was great enough. Many of the personal slaves throughout the years had wondered if that was the reason Raell kept so many of them. Nine slaves more than covered all of her day to day needs, as even five of them would have worked. However, while each one of them could last for an hour and a half at max, rarely could one slave satisfy the dragon. To do so was a feat of legend among them. With all nine men ready to please her, Raell could often fully satisfy herself as another of her kind would have been able to.

Jai looked quickly at Donovan, who scampered over to the line of waiting men. Jai took a step forward, so that his knees touched the end of the bed. His erection tapped his belly, but he took no note of it. His only focus was the woman before 

him, who bared her teeth and growled at him. He bared his own teeth and snarled back, which in any other situation would have cost him dearly. 

However, similar to most predatory animals, he had to show his worth to the dragon. If he backed down, she'd rip him to shreds and move to the next slave.

Raell's mind swam in desire. Her mind was overwhelmed, her senses focused only on the need.

From the side, Drake stared. It was like- it was- his own porno. The woman, lying on the bed, sweaty and lusting for more. The man, big and thick, eager to give it to her. Drake fiercely wanted to satisfy himself, but the cage prevented him, keeping his dick and himself frustrated.

Jai kept his gaze steady, his blue eyes never leaving Raell's silver ones. She hissed at him again, but this time the sound was a lustful one. Jai placed two hands on the bed, crawling so that he hung over her. Oh, how he wanted Raell. He was hers for as long as she wanted, but in that moment she was his, and he basked in the glory of it.

Unable to stand the wait any longer, Raell reached up and flipped Jai over, so she sat on top of him. She could feel his throbbing member under her, and ground up and down upon it.

Jai moaned softly, his back and hips arching slightly as he mentally begged the silver fiend to take him, to use him. She bent her head down so that her lips grazed the side of his neck, and he moved his head to the side to allow her better access. He'd played this game with her thousands of years throughout their many decades together, but the feel of her teeth as they grazed down his neck coupled with the slick heat of her sliding teasingly up and down his cock always made his shiver.

Raell slid up him once more, but this time instead of sliding back down on top of the rigid dick, she allowed it to slide inside her. Jai, like all her slaves, was well endowed and his massive member filled her up.

Jai let out the breath he unknowingly had held, fighting the urge to buck his hips wildly against his mistress. But to do so would please only him, so he held still, allowing her to impale herself fully upon him. Her muscles clenched around his cock, and as always, he feared his training would fail and he would cum inside her, wasting his chance to please her further. His cock was not the biggest out of the nine, now temporarily ten, but he knew it would satisfy her for now.

Raell ran her nails down Jai's chest, slowly gliding up and down him. She could see the struggle and fear in his eyes, coupled with hunger, and knew he feared that the training she had installed upon him was going to fail.

"Relax, dearest pet. You will not cum until I permit it."

The fear faded, and he turned his focus to her.

Slade kept his gaze down, listening to the hissing, growling, and moaning emanating from Raell and Jai. The personal slaves had an order in which they would please Raell if she wore out the slave currently pleasing her. It was done by order of age, depending on who Raell picked as her first. Jai, the oldest, meant that Gabriel, the second oldest, would go next, and so on ending with Cody, the newest member. Slade was fifth in line, but he still hoped his mistress would chose him next if she finished Jai and still needed more.

Raell ground against the base of Jai's shaft, and then lifted slightly off him, giving his hips room to thrust upwards. Jai obeyed the silent command, and slowly sank his cock all the way in her, then slid back out. He repeated the action, speeding up slowly as her moans rumbled out of her chest. She raked his chest again, leaving red lines that stung but they only turned him on further, if such thing was possible. She then leaned over him, her hands reaching under him to his back where they latched onto his skin, holding him tight. Jai's own hands came up to squeeze and fondle her bouncing breasts, and he groaned as the hands gripping his back tightened further. 

Drake was sure he was going to break the chastity belt. 

Raell's breath hitched again, and Jai could feel it as her legs began to tremble once again. Her grip tightened once again, and he knew he was going to have bruises tomorrow. He didn't care.

Raell panted, the fire inside her once again reaching breaking point. The slave under her thrusted deep and hard, his dick piercing her over and over. They both were slick with sweat, the smell of their wants and needs curling through the air. Her super senses could sniff out each pheromone, could hear the rapid beat of Jai's heart, could see each muscle as it tightened and loosened, all working together to please her.

The world exploded, and in that second she hissed out a command.

"Come for me."

Jai's body tensed under her. He let out a growling moan as he came inside Raell, his body taut as fireworks went off in his head and his groin. 

Everything went from fuzzy to crystal clear, and he watched a sparkling sweat drop drip down Raell's neck. His body hummed with pleasure, and he felt as if he could have been glowing with all the joy radiating within him. Above him, Raell panted quickly, her eyes slowly turning back to brown and her canines receding. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, but carefully turned his head to the side, reverting back to submissive behavior. Inside, he was ecstatic. He'd pleased her enough for her to allow him to cum inside her, something she rarely allowed. She'd been handled badly in the past, he knew, and as a result did not like her slaves to come inside her. He accepted this, but the few dozen times she had allowed him to cum inside always seemed to glow with extra light in his mind.

Raell stood, still panting slightly. She could feel the disappointment and happiness in the other slaves, knowing they had hoped she would use them and sad she had not while happy she was satisfied and feeling better. Drake, at the end, raged like a fire compared to the cool emotions of the others. Frustration, desire, and anger radiated from him, and she knew she'd have to find a way to handle him but she turned and went to shower and put on pajamas instead.

Slade stood as Raell entered her closet, walking over to a cabinet that contained extra bedding. Jai, now standing on trembling knees, shot him a thankful look before taking off downstairs to go shower himself. With the help of Avery and David -the black slaves- he stripped the sweaty bedding and put on clean, fresh sheets. The slaves then went into the bigger dragon-sized room, bringing back nine large doggy beds with them. 

Drake watched all of this, still mentally raging with hormones. He was furious- why would she lock him in this fucking chastity belt then screw another in front of him- and frustrated. He wanted to get up and run, or go punch something, or both. He'd seen the desire in her eyes only a few couple hours before, but now she'd ignored him. 

"Fucking hell." He muttered under his breath, his teeth clenched in a furious snarl. 

Jai returned just as Mistress Raell stepped out of her bathroom, now clothed in silky red pajama bottoms and a black sports-bra. She smiled at the slaves, each curled up in their respective doggy bed. Her eyes lighted on Jai's, and she snapped at pointed at the bed. She turned to Drake, eyeing him up and down. She had listened to the furious thoughts running through his head, and knew the boy would soon snap. She'd shown him only pain so far, and it would take more than that to bring him round and turn him into one of her adoring pets. 

For now, however, she only wanted to deal with where he would sleep. Sex tired her out, as it did all things, and the warm shower had only made her sleepier.

Drake remained bowed over and plastered a submissive look on his face. He didn't look up, though he wanted to. He wanted her to see the fire in his eyes, to know she didn't own him like she owned all the other slaves.

A hand reached down and lifted his head up. Raell stared down at him, a ghost of a smile on her face. Drake suddenly recalled Riley telling him about her ability to read minds, and felt his pulse race. She knew that he was furious, she knew that he wasn't hers. Yet she still smiled, and that only pissed Drake off more.

"With that attitude, you won't be sleeping up here tonight."

Drake replied with a glare that would have burned right through her, had her own eyes not gleamed silver and reflect the fury back at him tenfold. 

He glanced away, and the silver melted away.

She still owned him, for now.

Tomorrow would be another matter.