A Slave's Tale

by straypup

email straypup40@hotmail.com

[ WARNING: This document may contain explicit sex or sexual themes involving bondage, sadism/masochism, nonconsensual activities, and other content that you might find objectionable. If you are easily offended or underage, do not continue reading.]

Part 2

Caged

I woke up later, not knowing how long I had drifted off for, but feeling that it couldn’t have been for more than an hour or two. I lay there for a moment, collecting myself and remembering my situation, when I felt something blowing on my face. Looking up, I saw Kimi’s face poised against the cage wall we shared. Remembering just in time not to speak, I did my best to give her the most pleading and apologetic look I could.

Whether she was more forgiving already than I could hope, or my facial contortions were simply amusing, she smiled cutely, and I could detect a bit of the merriment I had loved so much before in her eyes. Looking down, I realized that I had slept sprawled towards her cage, and now – as well as the entire time I slept – she had a clear view of *my* body. It was my turn to blush as I noticed her eyes sweep my mostly naked body, and I wondered how long she had been awake watching me.

Her arms were still folded across her chest, but now, looking at me very deliberately, she slowly uncrossed them revealing her bra and a good portion of her breasts. She blushed a little, but gave me a serious, resigned sort of look that seemed to say, "this is what, and where we all.. No use hiding." I nodded, and smiled back at her, careful not to stare for too long at her body.

At that moment, the iron door to the room opened, and a female crewman entered pushing in a cart loaded with metal bowls. Unhurriedly, and without much interest, she went from cage to cage, pushing a bowl – which I could see were filled with some sort of food – into each through the slot in the door. She treated the task of feeding us like a chore, and I could see her wrinkling her nose and the dry, stuffy smell of the shavings. She did seem to pause at the cages of the of the boys, however, and look in with some interest at the half-naked bodies kept there.

When she reached my cage she paused as she had at some of the others, her eyes almost level with my own from my elevated position. Smiling, she turned her head trying to get a better look at me and I moved quickly to the back of the cage to avoid her look. I heard a short laugh and then the sound of metal staircase being pushed over to my cage. Sitting on the stairs at my level, she motioned for me to come to the front of the cage. I refused to budge, and with a raised eyebrow she pushed something above my cage. There was a sudden loud zapping sound and again a jolt of pain coursed through my body. I felt tears form in my eyes, and hardly thinking, I meekly crawled to the front of the cage when the woman gestured again.

"Good dog," she said in a think Russian accent, giggling a little. "Now you behave, or I shock you again, yes?" Quivering, I offered no resistance as she slipped her thin wrist through the cage bars and ran her fingers through my hair, dislodging the shavings that had accumulated there. Smiling triumphantly as she stroked my head, she ordered me to turn around. Fearfully, I obeyed, and I felt her hand run up and down my rear over my briefs. With a quick motion, she flipped it under me and gently squeezed my crotch, letting out a small appreciative sound. "I wish I could afford you, boy.. you make a fine pet!" she exclaimed. Laughing again, she withdrew her hand, pushed my bowl of food through the slot, and went back to her task of feeding the other captives.

I crouched there for a moment overcome by a torrent of emotions. I had just been addressed as a dog and forced to meekly submit as a woman patted my head and fondled my crotch for her amusement. Looking around at the cage walls, the electric prongs and the mockingly large water teat at the back, I felt more helpless and.. ashamed than I ever had before. Turning around, I saw my food dish, nothing more than a steel dog bowl filled with some brown mash. Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I looked over at Kimi, who was staring at me and still clearly thinking about the way I had just been handled, with her and all the other captives watching. The mixture of pity, fear, and disgust was more than I could bear. Curling into a ball of humiliation, I began to sob quietly.

My bout of shamed misery did not last long. With effort, I recollected myself after a minute or so, and got back up onto my knees, as high as the steel cage around me would allow. Most of the other captives avoided looking at me, but Kimi smiled at me, and gave me as supportive a look as she could manage. I glanced in my food dish, and found some sort of brown, meaty mash. It looked alarmingly like dog food, but it didn’t smell quite as revolting as it looked.

Smiling bravely back at Kimi, I forced myself to eat a small handful of the stuff, and found it rather poor tasting, but not inedible. Lacking utensils, there was no way I could avoid eating it without my hands, and I quickly realized there was nothing to clean them with but my tongue.

With dread, I eyed the black nipple behind me. I was terribly thirsty, and also wanted something to wash away the taste of the meat, but at the same time I couldn’t bear the thought of drinking like a real caged animal from the latex teat. They can’t make me into a hamster, I thought.

Kimi obviously noticed the set look on my face. Quicker than me, perhaps, she realized that sooner or later we’d all have to drink, and giving me a look of encouragement, she turned awkwardly in her cage and faced the back. Tilting her neck back to reach the elevated water nipple, she began sucking on it, first hesitantly, and then more strongly. After a moment she stopped, and went back to finish the rest of her food. Perhaps she was trying to set a good example for me, in doing what had to me done.. looking at her though, I realized we weren’t hamsters, but pigs, or dogs, or some similar animal. With her head craned back in her cage, Kimi looked like a suckling puppy, and afterwards like a grown animal eating placidly out of its dish. Albeit, I amended, a very sexy animal.

Angry, but also feeling very helpless, I also turned and began to suck on the nipple. The water did not come easily, and my craving for water led me to rapidly begin sucking more and more vigorously to obtain as much drink as I could.

I’m not sure how long the voyage lasted– I can’t even remember how many times I slept or how many times we were fed, but it was certainly at least a week. The room we were caged in stayed lit all the time, and food was regularly dropped off my the same woman as before. Whether it was two or three times a day, I couldn’t tell, but I knew I was always hungry for some time before it arrived. Many of us fell into a pattern of eating, and then immediately sleeping, waking later and then hungrily shifting in our cages until the next meal. The room was not particularly cold, but it was well ventilated and despite its small size and the many packed bodies it was not that warm either. Kimi and I took to sleeping back to back for warmth, with only the metal grating separating us.

Relieving ourselves was perhaps the most humiliating challenge. The small chute in the back of the cage was about a square foot in size. It was easy enough for both males and females alike to back up against it, pull down our underwear, and eliminate solids, but urination was a different matter. The cages were too low to allow us to place our front ends near the chute. At first I tried, shamefully, to direct my stream into the chute, but inevitably this dirtied my cage a little. It was much more embarrassing, but cleaner, to back up against the chute and aim backwards, into it. How Kimi managed this task, I don’t know– I respectively looked the other way when she used the chute, but afterwards her crotch and the back of her cage were always splattered a little in urine. She cried the first few times, but had no choice but to get used to it.

When the Food Girl came, she continued to pay special attention to me, her apparent favorite. Her talking somehow did not trigger whatever sensor shocked the rest of us when we tried to make any noise– including in many cases sneezes and coughs. She would frequently reach in and pet me, gently or forcibly, and would sometime let out odd comments that made me– and the others I think– more nervous than before about our futures.

"Your profile says you’re a science boy," she murmured once, "But I don’t think that’s where _you’ll_ end up." She giggled. "You’ll end up in some rich person’s harem, I think." Another time, after looking at me thoughtfully, she repeated her earlier comment that I would make a good ‘pet’. "That’s the new thing now, you know?" she said. "You make a fine animal, yes?" She smiled, and abruptly grabbed the hair on the back of my head and forced my head down into the dish she placed in front of me. "Eat!" she said, with impish malice. "No hands. Like an animal!" Without and other choice, I had to comply, and she laughed at my food splattered face as she left.

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