Out of Control

Day 'you've been here for far too long' in these mines.
There is only the pain of getting beaten up and the labor of the work, this is what your live has been reduced to.
It's been some time since Kiln is gone, no one suspected anything, they just assumed she got lost and died somewhere in the lower mines.
Isn't that uncommon in this maze of tunnels...
What if she didn't make it though?
Not only would it be your fault, but you would also rot in this place, rather sooner than later, you can feel that you get weaker week by week.
It becomes harder to meet the quota, you get tired earlier and it is harder to get up in the mornings.
The beatings are also harder to suffer.
You don't want to think about how the future looks like.

Time passes agonizingly slow.
You would be bored if not afraid to get beaten to death on every occasion, but you also noticed that the more you beg for mercy the less they clobber you.

More time passes.
Stone Austin got you!
He hit you in the belly and raped you while you wheezed on the floor for air.
Now that you tasted the real thing, Lyndwin was a real sweetheart. It hurts incredibly, almost like a cactus gets shoved up your ass. Without Lyndwin's 'training' he would have given you a fatal injury. There is no doctor for the slaves here...
The rape thing was the lesser evil though, every time your heartbeat rises it feels like you're bleeding inside your stomach.
And it stays.
For three weeks you have this feeling.
It makes working even worse. You have to slouch to keep the pain in your stomach at bay.
It eventually fades though.
Every now and then the minotaur comes back for more, you resist only once more, he breaks four fingers on your right hand for that.
You can't do this anymore.

The next morning.
The guards wake you and the other slaves up like always, hammering against the bars and shouting insults ”Wake up you maggots!”
You don't get up.
You can't.
And you don't care. Let them beat you to death.
All the other slaves leave the cell, only staring at you while walking by, you know exactly what they think...'Another one'. You can read it in their eyes filled with apathy.
You just can't get up, you are too weak. You clench your eyes and give it your all but you only manage to move a few fingers. Your body is heavy and even breathing is a major task. Like that you lie in the stinking mud mixed with unspeakable things.
You have to fight to keep your eyes open.

All the others are gone.
A guard dog enters the cell to see if all slaves have left. You always wondered what they do to the dead ones or the ones that are too weak to work...
There is probably not much of a difference between these two fates anyway.
”One more for the pit. Hehe.” he says as he sees you.
The dumb looking guard grabs your limp form under one arm and carries you off.
You can't keep your eyes open, you are too tired.
Oh man, but you also don't want to sleep in for your own execution!

The guard brings you to a secluded area of the mines, there is a hole at the end of this tunnel, you can smell the stench of death emanating from it.
So THIS is how they treat the weak and the dead.
A second guard enters.
Fucking voyeurs.
Can't even get a little privacy for your end.
The guard holding you positions himself at the edge, the smell is disgusting at best. The dark hole seems to almost suck you in and you have the feeling something is watching you from the bottom of it, under all these carcasses, waiting for you...
Now that you imagine to get thrown into that pit full of rotting corpses...you try to put up one last fight, your struggling is not much more than a weak thrashing around though.
”Hey wait Mog, isn't this the one that killed Ruby's brother?”
The guard holding you turns sideways to the other one and shrugs “What about it?”
”Maybe she wants to do it herself since he is still alive and stuff.”
After a short argument they settle on bringing you to Ruby.
Great.
You would have preferred the pit.

The surroundings change from wretchedly poor to royal. You seem VERY out of place here.
Then you smell food.
Not the disgusting two-days-old leftovers but REAL food!
Food that tastes delicious when touching the tongue!
You don't know when was the last time you even smelled something like that.
Pancakes!
The guards open a door and as they step into the room the smell of deliciousness overpowers your senses.
”GAH! Couldn't you have washed that thing, or just waited until I'm done before bringing it to me?! What is it!? I hope you have good reasons to ruin my breakfast!” it's Ruby, and she sounds pissed.
”Uh...sorry boss, it's this slave here.” he wobbles you for emphasis “He's done.”
Ruby growls.
”Mog you idiot!” the other guard intercepts “Boss, it's the slave who murdered Rover and Fido, Mog was about to throw him to the dead when I thought you might want to know.”
You'd really like a pancake right now...
”Hmm...go wash him, I'll think about what I'll do with him. Now get that stinking slave out of my eyes before I have to vomit.”
Oh shit, she means you!
It's her own fault...she should install showers for the slaves...

You get carried away from the delicious smell and into another room, it's all the same for you.
They put you down in a corner and hose you down.
It's a little cold but it's water!
Sweet clean water!
”Stop drinking the water you degenerate shit!” you get shouted at.
No way! It's the cleanest water you've had since coming here, and the best: It doesn't taste like water from a recently used toilet!
”Hey buster! Should we scrub him clean or just make him less disgusting?” the guard with the water-hose asks.
”WE don't scrub anything Mog. Just give him a sponge and a piece of soap and let him do it himself.” the other one answers.
”Oh...okay.”

You even got to brush your teeth! The ones that are left...
It's crazy, you forgot how it felt to be clean. It's like a completely new sensation, even a new loincloth they gave you!
You regained enough strength to walk, even if your knees are still a little wobbly.
They lead you to Ruby's bedroom and chain you to the wall where Blackclaw clobbered the teeth out of your face.
Your fucking teeth...
As the guard dogs leave the room and close the door behind them, you run a finger over your gums where normally your front teeth would be.
They made you brush your teeth...
Fucking assholes.
Your stomach starts gurgling as you wait for something to happen.
Paaaaancakes. God, you'd kill a dozen for a single one.
You don't even remember how they taste...

Eventually Ruby enters the room with a smug grin.
You don't look her in the eyes, provoking her could lead to a situation worse than death, and death you prefer.
You get from a sitting position on your knees, it's something you remember from her earlier beatings.
”Well, well Anonymous. Didn't make it even half as long as a normal slave.” she sounds amused “Tell me, are humans generally so weak or are you just an exception?”
“...I don't know.” you say humble.
She raises an eyebrow “What's that supposed to mean?”
“I...never met another human, I'm the only one.”
”Hmm...” as she thinks your stomach gurgles audibly, Ruby musters you from tip to toe “Do you know what I do to useless slaves that can't work in the mines?”
“That...pit?”
She grins ”Wrong! I sell them to get butchered in the arena, the prices for them are mocking at best but better than nothing. Do you want me to sell you to them? That would be a certain death sentence for you. Of course if you can fight combat hardened gladiators in full armor with your bare hands you can take your chances of course. Hehe.” she chuckles lightly.
“I...I...”
”What? I can't hear you?”
“I don't care anymore! Just get it over with!” you spurt out.
Tears run down your cheeks and you start sobbing.
You can't take it anymore.
Ruby frowns and scoffs “Fine. I actually wanted to make you my personal slave, with privileges and all, but now I'm going to sell you for real! Dumb slave, you can die for all I care. I have hundreds like you!”
She gets up and marches out angrily.
You collapse on the floor, no need to try hard anymore...

Days later you are held in a dungeon near the arena in the city.
The city is called Haven and you are in the feral lands near the border to the land of the griffons, told you one of the slaves.
Haven is also not a 'haven', the name was ironically chosen. Thugs, outlaws and criminals populate the city.
You heard that you are due to next week, then you will be slaughtered like cattle for the amusement of the crowds.
”You should be honored.” says Pluto, a fellow arena slave and diamond dog “The champion of the biannual tournament gets to slaughter us.”
“Yeah, honor my ass.” you answer grumpy.
”Hey, we actually have a glimpse of hope! Since our enemy will-”
“You mean our butcher.” you correct him.
”Whatever, we will fight against the champion 25 to 1! If we can beat him we are free! We even get weapons! We HAVE a REAL chance!” he says with enthusiasm.
“We'll see, I doubt that though.”
”Come on, don't be like that.” he pokes you with an elbow.
“You know who the champion is?” you ask him.
”No, there isn't one yet. We will fight him right after the finals. He will be tired and eventually even be wounded!”
Pluto keeps talking actual hope into you, it feels good to have someone you can talk with again.
He became a slave because he had so many debts, he sold himself to protect his family from loan sharks. It's funny how in this land the slaves are the real heroes...
For the next few days you get fed properly and Pluto even makes you practice a little with the others.

By the end of the week you are motivated enough to kick some champions ass.
All of you get chained together and together you get cooped up into a wagon and transported to the arena.
It's the day of days, time to spill some blood...
”...and get our freedom back!” Pluto cheers to the group of slaves, not that any of you needed much more motivation, you are ready to go!
You all get locked up one last time before the fight, through a small barred window at the top of the room you can see the arena grounds. There is still some fighting going on.
A huge minotaur in red armor fights against a griffon with black stained mail and scale armor.
The fight is brutal and ferocious, you can actually feel the two contestants scream and shout at each other.
Then the minotaur swings his weapon in a wide arc, missing the fast griffon by a long shot. The black bird wastes no time and uses the minotaurs sloppy movements to hit his helmet off of his head.
The minotaur tries to hit the bird-cat with the pommel of his axe, but his movements are way too quick, he deflects the strike with his basked rapier.
It looks like the griffon is just playing with the minotaur, then, after an especially sloppy movement, the griffon drives his weapon into the minotaurs head, splitting it in two. A fountain of blood surges out of the fatal wound.

”Listen slaves! You will now get your weapons! Everyone gets only a single one, a big two handed weapon or a small one with a shield, no armor!” a arena guard says while opening the door to the cell.
Finally!
You get a small axe and a crappy wooden round shield.
When everyone has a weapon you get led to the entrance gate of the battle grounds.
A stray thought of rebellion shoots through your head, but then you get a glimpse of one of the heavier armored guards, and there are like twenty more of them.
Looks like your freedom waits for you in the arena!

The gate opens.
A barker yells through a funnel “And here are the adversaries, they volunteered to fight the champion for their freedom! A grand chance for them, a big challenge for the champion!”
What the fuck? You didn't volunteer shit!
You all walk in unison to the middle of the circular arena, there are spectators cheering from all sides.
As you pass the dead minotaur you notice that his armor isn't red, it's all blood.
The crowd goes silent, it feels unnatural, so many quiet people.
Then a fat diamond dog on a terrace stands up, he looks like the boss of all of this.
The griffon gladiator is just a short distance away.
He looks terrifying, you were a fool to think you could just walk in here, poke some random gladiator champion to death and be a free man once more...
He is clad in armor from tip to toe, for all you know there could be a robot in that armor...wait, what's a robot?

The fat dog holds up a white piece of cloth, the clean fabric stands out from the dark setting all around.
You expect some kind of speech, but he only throws the stuff into the arena.
”When it touches the ground, it begins.” Pluto whispers to you.
The contestants face each other, the single gladiator against the hoard of slaves.
There is not a single muscle in your body that is even a little bit relaxed as you watch the light cloth fall to the sands.
You pray for a gust of air that carries the cloth out of the arena, then you would all laugh and say how ridiculous this all is and you all become friends and-

The cloth touches the ground.
”STAY TOGETHER!” Pluto screams.
The armored bird retreats a few steps, he sticks his weapon in the sand and stretches.
You can't believe this, is he mocking you?!
Two of your fellow fighters, both diamond dogs, nod to each other, and take their chances, storming at the seemingly vulnerable champion.
”No! Come back you idiots!” but they ignore Pluto's orders.
One of them has a shield and a sword, the other one a big sledgehammer.
They come into reach and swing their weapons at the griffon.
With ease he eludes their slow strikes with a sidestep, you didn't see him picking up his rapier, but now he thrusts it simply through the slave's shield into his body.
The champion releases his grip on his weapon and the slave falls backwards into the sand, the champ's weapon sticking out of him like a flagpole.
The other slave that attacked is shocked and turns around to come back to you, but the champion has already his armored claws on him.
Many times laid a griffon his talons around your neck, but what you see now rustles your jimmies tremendously!
One talon is around the slave's neck, the other one grabs his wrist. Your comrade screams in agony as the champion pulls him apart, with an audible 'plop' his shoulder jumps out of its joint but the champion doesn't stop there.
His blood shot eyes bulge out of his head and his tongue hangs out of his mouth as the grip around his neck tightens.
Then the tendons yield and rip, his arm gets ripped off, a fountain of blood surges out of the wound and hits the champion.
The diamond dog struggles as much as he can but it only makes the griffon laugh.
He pushes the slave into the sand face first, places a knee on the middle of his back and grabs his head, then he slowly bends it backwards.
Cruel grunts of agony escape him as his neck gets bent at an unnatural angle, he screams, then his neck breaks and it's over.
All of you could only watch like you were in a trance.
You shake your head, focus!
The crowd is raging, you can't believe anyone can enjoy watching this!

These two were stupid! Your strength is your numbers, not your skills!
As you take a look at your fellow gladiators you see that any enthusiasm they had has left, even Pluto looks afraid.
You poke him with your elbow and he snaps out of it.
”Okay! Listen up, stay together! Let's earn our freedom, come on!”
You trained for this, an entire week! As a unit you march towards the champion who is dumbfound at the discipline you show.
He pulls his weapon out of the fallen “UUUHHH!” who is not dead yet, but a quick stab into his skull changes that.
You actually don't feel as safe behind your shield as you did before for some reason, marching at the front of your chaotic formation doesn't strike you as a good idea anymore...
Nothing you can do about it! It isn't just about you, your comrades want to survive this just as much as you do, maybe even more...Pluto has a family and he isn't the only one...

The formation of slaves walks steadily towards the armored champion, you are in the middle, right in front of Pluto, his spear at the ready.
Just out of weapons reach Pluto shouts “CRAB!”
Training pays off.
The crowd goes wild as you work perfectly together.
Quickly the front row feints an attack, mocks and distracts the champion as the others run left and right, circling around the champion and closing around him like the claw of a crab. He is trapped now!
Or he would if he had no wings!
Laughing the bird lifts off, rendering your formation completely useless.
You see many terrified faces amongst your comrades and they are right, that didn't go according to plan.
Shit!
The champion lands at a safe distance, you can feel that this is going to be a bitch to fight.
The only things that you trained are staying together and the 'crab', it was hard enough for Pluto to motivate these slaves to train for that, for a 'what if the enemy can fly'-scenario wasn't enough time to train for.

Demotivated you let your guard down, as do many others. The sudden roaring of the crowd tells you that something just happened. You look around and see someone with a severed head and another one is falling to the ground, trying to catch his innards as they spill out of his sliced open belly.
The griffon stands a dozen paces away, blood dripping from his rapier.
Bastard...
The fear to suffer the same fate fuses the unit of slaves together, the wounded get left behind as you once again march for the champion.
”We need to get this over with before he kills too many of us!” Pluto shouts.
Once more you try the crab tactic, but the champion throws a fist against your shield, breaking it completely, while butchering the two on your left, all while bashing through your thinned out formation.
It feels like he broke your arm but you have to see this through!
No time for whining!

Slowly a thought grows in your mind as the champion picks off one after another, every time a slave actually manages to hit the trained gladiator, his crappy weapon only scratches the black paint on his armor.
The crowd goes apeshit every time the champion picks one of you off and tortures him to death.
It's unbelievably cruel.
You don't want that to happen to you!

He lifts off once more and in a moment of distraction grabs PLUTO!
His spear breaks like a twig and he screams and struggles fruitlessly.
The champion grabs Pluto's head from behind and in the process gouges out both of his eyes!
You run.
You have to get to him!
Save him!
A short agonizing scream and it's over.
Not much of his head is left.
The champion's talon easily squashed his skull.
What is left of your group falls into panic, scatters or tries to pry open the gates.
You just stand there.
Watching the champion as his gaze falls upon a lone slave, you.
You are petrified with fear. Looking death in the eyes never gets boring.

The black visored sallet helmet hides his face, a neck guard protects his lower head and neck.
What is not behind thick layers of dark steel scales is protected by riveted chainmail.
Only the feathers of his wings peek out from under the scale armor of his wings, they must be insanely strong if he can fly with all of that armor. You can even see a bulge between his feline legs, these griffon males have huge testicles...
He casually walks towards you, looks like this is it, not even if he wouldn't resist you would be able to kill him, you had no chance to begin with.
He is now close enough to slice you to pieces with his rapier.
You snap out of your fear induced rigidity and swing your weapon to his face suddenly, right under his helmet! That should at least hurt!
With a small movement he chops the head of your axe off mid-swing and in the same fluent movement, accompanied by a fit of laughter, hits the side of YOUR head with the basket of his weapon.
...

When you regain your consciousness you are still in the arena, everything is spinning and you have trouble moving anything at all.
Looks like you were out for only a few moments though, because the champion is still slaughtering your comrades...
It takes only a few minutes for him to murder the rest of the unorganized slaves.
Then he comes back towards you.
You turn from him and attempt to crawl away, but his talon grabs your ankle and holds you in place.
You expect a sharp pain followed by a slow and agonizing death, but for the longest time nothing happens. When you look back you see the gladiator cheering to the crowd.
The entire arena is littered with dead bodies; mutilated, hacked to death, broken and twisted limbs, only your nightmares rival this scene. You just pray for a quick death.
You are so absorbed that you don't even care for what the crowd sings “...hape! hape! hape! Hape!...”
Hape? That doesn't make any sense?!
You look up and listen “...Rape! Rape! Rape! Rape!...”
Your eyes widen and you look to the gladiator who is still holding you. The griffon opens some straps one-handed and wiggles out of the scale layer of his dark armor.
Your eyes dart around, looking for a way to escape this ridiculous situation.
Some kind of ball-boys are dragging the dead out of the arena grounds, others fetch the numerous weapons that are strewn everywhere. The gates are open, which means...no, those are dead-ends too.
Shit, there has to be a way out of this!
The champ removes his sallet helmet.
No...
“Blackclaw!” your voice is barely loud enough for the pirate/gladiator to hear you.
She grins at you, a hand automatically goes to your mouth as you remember what she's done to you.
A cold shiver runs down your spine.

Blackclaw gets out of her chainmail and your eyes are drawn to her crotch, you can see two heavy balls dangling where they are supposed to, was she a male all along?
You take a closer look, these are definitely testicles, no doubts there. Maybe she is-
A talon rubs them, a single nut must be as big as your fist.
Then Blackclaw catches you staring “Enjoying the view, boy?”
Boy? Haven't you heard that before?
You manage to turn your confusion into words “I-I thought you were a girl?”
A wide satisfied grin forms on her face “I am.” she says.
“B-But, what-”
The griffon has shed her last layer of armor and pulls you beneath her, her head blocks out the sun so you can only see her obscured.
“Listen boy.” she says gentle “I like you, I've made a damn mountain of bits because of you. If you don't resist I may won't have to kill you, obedient slaves are alwa-”
FUCK THIS SHIT!!! You kick her in the balls!
Blackclaw yelps in shock.
She was too close for your kick to have a lot of force behind it, but you managed to get her off at least.
She makes a quick jump back and carefully rubs her family jewels “You piece of shit!” she growls.
The crowd loves it though...
You stagger to your feet and ready yourself, there is no way you are going down without a fight! Not with what is going to happen!
Blackclaw is done inspecting her nuts, her gaze wanders back to you, this time very angry “Now you've done it...” she growls.
Then she starts circling you.

Now that you know her weak spot, maybe you can beat her! You will kick her in the balls until she is dead!!! Or at least unconscious...
With new found vigor you attack first, without warning you dash towards the griffon and attempt to land your fist straight on her face with all you've got. She tilts her head slightly and your fist lands in the air.
The force of your strike pulls on your arm and turns your body to the side. Blackclaw grabs your upper arm and pulls you down on the ground forcefully. A talon grabs and pushes down on your head and you can't really do anything anymore. Claws dig into the skin on your head and a few thin streams of blood run down your face, the pressure rises, you fear that your skull will yield to this force at any second.
“You think you can kick me in the balls and get away with it?!” Blackclaw lowers her head next to yours and hisses into your ear “I'm going to buy you after this, I'm going to turn you into nothing more than my sex toy.”
The griffon pulls your head up and you support yourself with all fours, you have a perfect view of her package.
Her cock is already hard, bobbing up and down with her heartbeat. Like her general color scheme, her prick is also pitch black. The tip is pointed and the shaft is slightly bent at the base, making her dick point right at you.

Blackclaw forces your mouth open and takes a peek inside “You have the perfect set of teeth you know?” she says as a finger of her feels along the gums where normally your front teeth and canines would be.
Both of her talons grab your head and the inevitable comes closer until it pokes against your lips, smearing her precum all over them before she forces the tip inside. For a moment she stays like that, you try to bite, knowing that it won't do anything “Hey! If you use your backteeth, I will remove them too. And not the gentle way.” she says, at least she doesn't sound angry anymore.
But you don't want that, you like your teeth, you need them for eating...
Suddenly she stands up, only to let herself fall gently on her back while never letting go of your head. She leans on one of her elbows, the other talon is used to lead your head.
Then she slides more of her dick into your mouth until it hits the back of your head, you have to gag instantly.
Blackclaw grins pleased “You better get the hang of it, you're going to do that all the time.” she looses her hold on your head and gives you some space “I think I'll get my old flock back, then my daughter can give some of them these...enhancements...and then I'll let them use you as they please if you fail to be my willing slut.”
Reluctantly you start to massage her glans with your tongue, earning a purr from the champion.
Quickly a dollop of her pre squirts on your tongue, it tastes sweet and salty at the same time. She forces your head to move a little, making you give her a soft blowjob.
Blackclaw starts moaning immediately and more of her pre squirts into your mouth, just a few seconds later your eyes widen as her prick erupts into your mouth. You want to pull away but her iron grip keeps her inside.
Inhuman amounts of cum fill your mouth, Blackclaw has her eyes shut tight and clenches her teeth as this seemingly endless orgasm goes on.
Your cheeks are swollen as she finally pulls out, shooting a final load across your face.
Quick to react the griffon grabs your head and tilts it upwards “Swallow.” she demands, and you gulp down the bitter-sweet and salty mouth full of griffon cum.

If there is a bottom, you have now reached it...
The spectators are going wild, you can hear them laughing, whistling and cheering.
Blackclaw pushes you onto your back and stands above you, holding you in place on your neck and whispering into your ear “We are going to have a lot of fun boy, a lot.”
Then the barker yells “His majesty has decided! That through her heroic and magnificent display of courage and superior skills! The gladiator known as Blackclaw! Will get the privilege to make a demand in addition to the usual victory ceremony!”
Blackclaw points at you and shouts “I DEMAND THIS SLAVE!” with the widest grin you ever saw.