Captive

by Hannah Steenbock

  “May I speak, Master?”

  The Dile gave him a smile and nodded.

  “Master, we both need something to do in here. I have never been without work, and neither has Girma. Just sitting in this small room and not doing anything is hurting us.”

  The Dile cocked his head. “How is it hurting you? Your bodies look good. Although I might need to find ways for you to exercise.”

  “It is hurting the mind,” Zell tried to explain. “It is making me upset.”

  The Dile’s eyes narrowed. “You are pets. You don’t need to do anything but have sex. Why are you not doing it all the time?”

  Zell almost laughed. “Have you watched Breeders in their Sanctuary?”

  The Master nodded.

  “Then you know they work most of the time. Girma told me about the gardens and the animals and what they do.”

  “I know. They are Breeders. So?”

  “And you know I lived Outside. We needed to work a lot to find food and be safe. Sex only happens when we are safe.”

  “You are safe here.” The Master sounded confused. “You don’t have to work. You are my pets. I give you food. You can enjoy your life.”

  Zell took a deep breath. “Humans do not have sex all the time. Even when we are safe. Humans like to make things. We enjoy this in life, too.”

  “Are you telling me that I don’t know enough about Choomans?”

  Zell gritted his teeth. “Yes, Master.”

  To his surprise, the Dile laughed his hissing laugh. “I think I chose well, Red. What would make you happy?”

  Zell almost swayed with relief. “I work with leather. I can make nice shirts for your lady.”

  A moment later, he found himself on the floor, his face hurting from a massive blow.

  “Do not talk about my lady!” The Dile stomped on the floor, and Zell was glad the Master didn’t aim that stomp at his leg.

  “Yes, Master.” He slowly got up again. “I am sorry.”

  The Dile took a deep breath. “What would the female like?”

  Zell glanced over at Girma. “I think she would love being able to take care of some plants and small animals.”

  “That can be arranged. I will find new quarters for you.”

  Zell bowed. “Thank you, Master.”

  The Dile smiled again. “Tomorrow. Now show me your sex again.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He had thought about the Dile having sex with Girma, even though he hated the whole idea. If it was true they were of a similar size in private parts, she should now be able to accommodate him without pain. But the Dile had to learn how to arouse her body before simply penetrating her well, or she would be destroyed eventually. So he gathered his courage and dared the Dile again.

  “Master, would you mind me explaining why I do what I do when I’m with her? How I make her enjoy it?”

  The Dile came closer, and Girma gave him an astonished look.

  “Explain. I want my Toy to enjoy my attention.”

  That was unexpected, but a welcome deviation from what he had learned about Diles.

  “Thank you, Master.” It still grated to call a Dile that, but Zell was buying Girma’s happiness with it.

  “The body of a female Human needs some time to prepare for sex. And it needs to be stimulated in certain ways to do so.”

  The Dile nodded.

  “I use kisses and caresses in places to do so. Like this.”

  He kissed Girma’s jaw and nibbled her neck. Girma sighed and closed her eyes.

  “I see.”

  “Her body will react to that. It needs to produce some wetness in her place for the male parts to enter easily.”

  Girma writhed a little as he kept stroking her breasts, belly and legs.

  The Dile leaned closer. “It is more complicated than I thought.”

  Zell grinned at the Dile, proud of his expertise. “Most things are.”

  He entered Girma’s well with his fingers. “This helps a lot to prepare them. Most women like it, but one has to be careful. They are very, very sensitive there, and your nails can cause pain. For most, pain will completely stop the process.”

  The Dile looked skeptical. “I have seen pets used with pain. They loved it.”

  “It is possible.” Zell didn’t know much about that, but he wasn’t willing to admit it.

  “I will show you some time,” the Dile said dismissively. “Keep explaining.”

  “With enough stimulation, her parts will open and get quite wet. Like this.”

  Zell removed his fingers and the Dile leaned in to look. “I see.”

  “When she is like this, she is ready to take a male member inside her. If she is not ready, taking her will hurt her, and she will not enjoy sex.”

  The Dile stepped back. “I did not know this.” He looked thoughtful.

  Girma sighed and arched her back. “Please?” she whispered.

  Zell gave the Dile an apologetic look and used his fingers to keep her aroused. “You see, when they are like that, they really want a man’s member inside them.”

  The Dile waved his hand. “Take her. I know that part.”

  Zell quickly obeyed. By now, they knew each other so well they fell into their rhythm immediately. This time, Girma cried out when she writhed in ecstasy. Zell ended up moaning when he followed her release with a shuddering one of his own.

  “Tomorrow, I will try her.”

  The Dile’s words shocked Zell right out of his bliss.

  Chapter 5

  Of course, there was no dawn. The light in the room only brightened when the Diles entered it. Zell slept in short fits, his mind tormented by images of the Master taking Girma and breaking her. He couldn’t imagine a gentle Dile, after all the tales that he had heard at campfires. And the talk about giving pets pain while using them make him shudder inside.

  In the Tribes, women were the leaders. They were cherished and protected. Men could be replaced much more easily, and thus they were the defenders and sometimes, the decoy to draw the Diles’ attention while the Tribe ran from the danger. Which was how he had gotten himself caught.

  He couldn’t bear the thought of women being abused the way most Dile abused them. And Girma had become important to him, even though he had tried to keep an emotional distance. But now, as she was lying in his arms, trusting him to keep her safe, his heart knew she was precious beyond everything.

  And there was no way he could keep her safe. Their respite was over.

  When the door finally whooshed open, Zell felt tired and exhausted. He wasn’t surprised when the Master Dile fastened the leash to his collar and tightened the belt above his hips. Moments later, his hands had been clipped to the belt on his back and he had been handed off to one of the other Diles.

  The Master settled another leash on Girma’s collar, which was a smooth one, unlike Zell’s. And he didn’t put a belt on her, either.

  “Follow me,” the Dile ordered and led Girma through the door. Zell didn’t need the tweak on the leash to start walking, but he hid his sigh. This was a bad time to provoke the Diles.

  They were taken through a series of corridors until another door opened. Immediately, Zell could smell fresh air, and he took a deep breath.

  “This is your new home,” the Master announced and waved an arm. Zell noticed large windows, an open door and an inner court yard before he was led to another room. This one had a large bed in it, and Zell steeled himself for what would happen next.

  The Diles shackled him to the wall, feet apart and arms spread out. Zell didn’t fight them even as they made Girma lie on the bed and tied her down in a spreadeagled position.

  No, this Master didn’t take any chances, and Zell was afraid he would show his true face now.

  To his surprise, the Master send his minions away. Girma gave Zell a worried look, and he managed a weak smile. “It’ll be okay,” he said quietly.

  The Master was already stroking Girma. Zell gritted his teeth when the Dile bent
over her and seemed to kiss her breasts. Girma moaned, but Zell could detect fear in the sound.

  The Dile reached out with his fingers and entered her. Girma flinched visibly.

  “Master,” Zell called out, knowing he was risking much. “Forgive me, but take more time with her. Move slowly until she trusts you.”

  The Dile gave him a long look. Finally he nodded and turned back to Girma. This time, the Master did advance much more slowly. He spent a long time simply stroking Girma’s body and gently kissing her skin. When she began to relax and respond to his caresses, he finally dared to touch her breasts and her inner thighs.

  Girma’s eyes locked with Zell’s for a long moment, and he gave her a nod and an encouraging smile. She smiled back, and then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Soon, her body began moving and she lifted her hips in response to the hands that touched her in just the right places.

  When she was writhing and moaning, the Master mounted her. She gasped at his first thrust, but then she allowed her body to join his movements, and she moaned again when he rode her faster.

  Suddenly, she cried out in pain, and the Dile froze mid-thrust.

  “Not this hard, please,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  The Master withdrew carefully and studied her for a while. Then he came to Zell.

  “What is wrong with her?”

  “I don’t know. It looks like you hurt her.”

  The Dile looked at Zell’s member. Then he rubbed it, making it rise and grow hard. He studied it more closely, which made Zell blush intensely. Suddenly he grabbed and felt it.

  Zell flinched, despite his intention to hold still. What was that Dile up to?

  “It is soft,” the Master muttered.

  “Actually, it is what we call ‘hard’,” Zell said wryly.

  “Is this how it is inside a female?”

  “Yes.”

  “Always?”

  “Yes. This is how a Human male part is.” Zell was completely dumbfounded by the questions, but the Dile nodded slowly, as if he finally understood something.

  “Thank you.” He left and went back to Girma.

  Zell was surprised by the care with which the Dile started to caress the girl’s body, arousing her passion once more. It took even longer this time, but the Master worked with amazing patience. After a while, Girma was moaning again, lifting her hips and responding to his fingers inside her.

  Zell watched with an open mouth when the Dile mounted her again, entering her well with care and gentleness. This time, Girma arched her back and welcomed him in, moaning in pleasure as he rode her.

  Finally both of them shuddered in release, and Zell felt his own member twitch in response.

  After a while the Master gave Girma a few pats on the shoulder and stood. He released her bonds and pointed to a door. “You can clean yourself there. Come back when you are done.”

  “Yes, Master.” She gave him a little smile. “And thank you.”

  The Dile nodded his head in the direction of the bathroom and gave her a little shove. She cast one glance at Zell and ran off.

  The Master came over to Zell and released him from the wall. “You behaved well. I will not chain you the next time I want my pet. I will not tie her up, either. She was very pleasant. You taught her well.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Zell hid a sigh, but he was well aware he needed to earn every little bit of freedom with this Dile. On the other hand, it seemed that trust was rewarded with trust. He decided to dare more words.

  “Thank you for being gentle with her, Master.”

  The Dile nodded. “I do not enjoy abuse. And I am grateful for your advice,” he said simply. Then he pointed to the open glass door. “There are plants there for her, and a little pet of her own. I like to make her happy.”

  He looked at Zell again and sighed a little. “I cannot give you leather because the tools to work it can be used for attacks. Maybe helping the girl will give you something to do as well.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Zell was almost overwhelmed at the thoughtfulness of this Dile. “I am very happy.”

  The Dile smiled. “I am happy with you. And I remember another promise I made and I have arranged something for tomorrow.”

  When Girma returned, the Master was smiling. He took her hand and led her to the open door. Zell followed them, not bothering to hid his grin. He delighted in the fresh air he could breathe, in the smell of earth, even though this was just a courtyard enclosed by high walls. Pots had been set up, some with plants in them, some with packages of seeds sitting next to them.

  And in the far corner, there was a little hut.

  When Girma discovered it, she gave a little squeal of delight. Zell realized how young she still was, even though women in the Tribe were considered grown up at eighteen.

  Yet even he was surprised when she knelt, opened a door on the hut and pulled out a small, white harebit.

  She beamed at the Dile. “Oh, Master, thank you!” She cuddled the harebit which only struggled a little.

  Zell had never seen a harebit with the kind of long fur this one displayed and decided to ask the girl about it as soon as they were alone.

  “I am glad you enjoy my little gift,” the Dile said. “I enjoyed you.”

  He gave Zell a nod, walked past him and left the rooms. Zell was reduced to staring after him.

  “Oh, Zell, this is so wonderful. And we only have this because you asked. Thank you!”

  She looked at the little animal in her arms and smiled a thoughtful smile. “I think I’ll name it Lucky. Because it is a sign of how lucky I’ve been with the Master and you.”

  She put the harebit back into its hut, got up and ran to Zell to embrace him. Zell smiled at her. “I’m glad you’re happy. And you did really, really well with him. I’m proud of you.”

  “What did I do?”

  Zell pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “You were brave. You didn’t struggle. Even when he hurt you, you didn’t give up. You kept your inner strength. You gave him pleasure and allowed your own.”

  She shook her head. “I could only do it because you were there. Because I knew you would do everything you could to protect me. And you did protect me, by making the Master treat me well.”

  Zell pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin. “Yes.”

  They stood like this for a while, and then Girma lifted her head. “I would like to look at the plants he gave me. I love gardening.”

  “Would you show them to me? I find the idea of growing food fascinating.”

  “Well, not all of them are for food. Some are for beauty, too.”

  They spent the next hours moving from pot to pot, with Girma naming each plant and explaining its use. Then she planted the seeds, with a care that Zell had never seen before. He just stood and watched her with a sense of happiness he had not expected in a Dile home.

  Chapter 6

  It seemed that this Dile Master never forgot anything he had heard, said or promised. He arrived at their rooms just after Zell had finished closely inspecting the quarters they had been given. Aside from the entry room and the large bedroom with its couch, it contained a bathroom larger than the one Zell had used before. A third room held machines that Zell had never encountered in his life and the purpose of which he could not fathom. A fourth room held the galley and a table with four chairs, even though Zell wasn’t sure if they were expecting any visitors.

  It seemed as if their Master had given them guest rooms. It was quite unsettling after hearing all those tales about torture and abuse. Zell couldn’t believe he had such luck with the Dile who captured him. A part of him waited for the bad to appear in all this good luck.

  “Come, I would like to show you something,” the Master said. He put the leash on Zell’s collar but didn’t tweak it. Zell followed him without a struggle. There was no point in it. Either the Master was good-willed and truly only wanted to show him something, or he planned something vile, and then it was a bad idea to
upset him before he got to it.

  They didn’t go far before the Dile opened a door and led Zell into a room with a couch and a large screen.

  “Sit.”

  Zell sat on the couch, and the Master fastened his leash to the backrest. Then he sat in an armchair and pointed something at the screen. It came to life, showing a gathering of Diles in a dark place.

  “We have talked about sex and pain,” the Master said. “And I noticed that Toy certainly doesn’t react well to pain, just as you told me. I wonder what you think of this.”

  He pushed a button on the thing he was holding, and the picture began to move. Zell stared. He had never seen moving pictures before.

  “Is this real?” he asked.

  The Dile smiled. “It is real, but it is a recording. It happened in the past.”

  Zell blinked and decided to let it slip when the picture changed to show a Human woman with a Human man on a raised platform. The Diles were obviously watching them.

  The Human male was chained to the ceiling, his hands high up, his feet barely touching the ground, and he was completely naked. The woman was walking around him.

  The Diles were obviously expecting something, from the way they crowded the platform and the excited looks on their faces.

  The woman turned to the man and smiled.

  Zell lifted a hand, and the Master stopped the pictures. “Yes?”

  “Why is this man being punished?”

  The Dile cocked his head and blinked, a behavior that Zell was beginning to connect with curiosity or confusion. “He isn’t being punished for anything. This is a sex game.”

  “Oh.” Zell felt even more confused.

  The pictures started moving again, and now Zell could see the woman fondling the man. He stared. Of course, the man’s member rose, but then the woman pulled out a quirt and held it high. The man licked it. The woman walked around him and whipped the man on his buttocks.

  Zell shuddered. What was going on there?

  The man still seemed excited, his member had grown even bigger.

  “He enjoys the pain,” the Master said. “See how she plays with him.”