grimmajunx
10-08-2009, 12:46 AM
Animalistic
“A slave’s life isn’t the one of burden and regret, it is a life of hard work and eventually freedom and you are not here for the rest of your life, just the rest of the war’s life. Once your king sees that the kingdom of Loin’Kon doesn’t belong in his hands then you are set free. You’re sent to the new kingdom, our kingdom from the west, you’ll like it I just know you will.” The intercom sounded to group of new slaves coming in from the country side and one particular slave paid keen interest on the thought of what he was going to be doing as a slave. The thought of such a thing gave him hope, almost gave him hope is what should be said to describe his hope. The sharp points of pain gave through to rays of hope as he saw a list of slavery jobs and one caught his eye.
“Lifebane?” He asked the informative intercom hoping for an answer that’d send him the life he’d rather see, however this didn’t come to light, what he got in real life was rough club to the back by that of a guard near-by.
“Get back in the line boy, you don’t get to choose the first job you get, and lifebane is a job for high level slaves and you…you’re just a runt, the most you’ll do is clean the stables” The bellowing laughter only made the slave more interested in the mystery behind the lifebane occupation.
“You’ll see one day…” he muttered and fell asleep and dreamt of waterfalls and dancing nymphs that sang the songs of beloved devotion to the art of song.
Waking up to the sound of large steel doors being unlocked the slave rubbed his eyes clean and sniffed the air only to be met with the putrid smell of the stables. He stepped out of the truck that he and 12 other slaves were transported in and each assigned a number, his number was 416 and this was his name from then onward he was told. He was searched and given a fresh pair of pants, two shirts, and pair of boots, socks, and gloves all to be worn at all times when he was in the stables. The day was ending so he was given his room key and he soon found himself in front of his door that lead to the room that he’d be living in for the rest of the war’s life.
The door creaked open to three other people lying or sitting on their cots reading the rules they were all given in what they are suppose to do while under slavery of the new kingdom he still wasn’t sure was taking over. Politics pretty much took all the fight out of the war and it was fought in the court rooms and in cloak and dagger ways. The red tape and bureaucratic system had taken war into the hall ways and made it to the point that even the slaves could vote on the next leader, of course this was just formality because they were counted as citizens of the new kingdom, but no one paid any attention to their votes. The slave took to his bed and set his stuff under it, he sighed loudly trying to get the attention of everyone around him but silence and ignorance of him even being in the room was all that was met to his eyes. He laid on his cot and soon the heavy lead weights of sleep rained down into his eyes and suddenly waking him to an empty room he had realized no one woke him up for supper time. Grabbing the things he didn’t want to get stolen he ran out to fire and nothing else, even the people running past him screaming bloody murder were on fire and he knew the only thing to do was run. He found an opening between two burning piles of what use to be living flesh and made his way to the western part of the compound.
“You will pay for the sins you have committed” blared over a loud speaker in the distance which just confused the slave but didn’t slow him down in the least. He
He made his way to the outside of the slavery compound that was currently under the burning torch of Loin’Kon but it was odd, why were they talking about sin and why burning the slaves along with the enemy? The slave didn’t care to try and find out he was too busy not being one of the slaves on fire. Tucking himself under a large rock and watching the carnage unfold on what was supposed to be his way to become the mysterious lifebane being.
Soon the fires stopped, the screaming ceased, and only the smell of burning flesh and distant talking, war had began to become immortal once again. When before they’d have talk between kingdom leaders trying to figure out how or why to do what they do.
Once, they went into talks one time that the papers of a certain slave weren’t cleared and the slave couldn’t even eat until he was an official citizen and able to pay taxes to pay for the meal that he was going to eat. It had turned out the slave’s name was the same as a criminal that died three years earlier and the criminal’s death hadn’t cleared yet. It was resolved but not fast enough, the slave killed three guards to get food and after he had the best meal of his life he was executed.
The smell of death and the brutal war tactics that over took the slave compound were so barbaric that the slave couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stood up and saw a group of guards laughing and patting each other on the back with agreement that they had kicked *** and took names. He began to walk towards them along with two other slaves, two girls with red blazing hair and with bodies like that had he figured just breeders. Halfway to the guards himself he stopped as the girl slaves got their first and weren’t taken in for care. The first guard took a hold of the girls arm that was named Lunda, the other girl’s name was Jolee. The slave knew this because that’s what they yelled at each other with the words ‘help me’ attached to the name.
“You little country girls aren’t much for personality but you make up for it with those bodies, especially the inside” just as the bigger guard said this a knife found it’s sharp deadly way into lunda’s left side.
Some blood seeped around the blade’s edge and dripped to the ground and the slave could have swore he heard it splash. This crippled the girl but didn’t kill her and she gave the guard’s face a red slice as her nails dug into his skin. The guard grunted with pain and with a hardy boot broke lunda’s left leg cracking it in half and breaking skin the boy saw bone and some more blood. This brought her to the ground with a sobbing that sounded like angels were crying. Jolee was put into a head lock and her top ripped from her chest exposing her breasts heaving with fear and torment only devils know of, she was forced to watch as lunda’s bleeding body was put against a nearby boulder and have her skirt ripped away. The three guards had each of their way with the girl all the while a blank distant stare was on lunda’s face, seemingly not even noticing the act being done to her. After they were finished with her a quick strike from the blade of one of the guardsman’s decapitated her and so was the story of Lunda. Jolee screamed with animalistic fear and shock to the point of the guard smashing her mouth with a butt of his gun. She wheezed breath as two teeth fell from her gaping maw. Her lower jawbone was now broken and she had trouble breathing because of the blood.
“Just easier to skull **** now” one of the men laughed and knocked the woman to her knees. He pulled himself out and started to do as such.
With force he ended up knocking three more teeth out and finally he was finished with her, the other two guards had their way with the girl. She was a crippled mess of tears, blood, and cum but was not killed. She sobbed till no one was around to see her sob. The slave, he looked on in terror and knew he had to find something to help her with. He walked to her side and looked around, and he stopped his looking when he found a good sized, 30 or so pound rock.
“Look, I don’t want to do this, but you’ll die a worst death if I leave to you to those monsters, if not them, the night will take you under” he raised the rock and oddly enough didn’t feel anything as it came down onto her skull.
The skull didn’t smash or splatter all over the place like the slave thought it would. The sound of a muffled crack came from it and some blood but the girl still wheezed a little harder this time. The slave tried again and again and then on the fourth hit the girl stopped wheezing. The blood pouring from her mouth stopped, the slave was finished but only in a bigger storm he was in before. The time to escape from the island started when he woke up, but the real escape was just going to start as he heard sirens and shouts in the distance he knew it was only a matter of time till he was found and killed, maybe worse.
The first thing he saw to escape from the island was a boat, a rickety paper bag boat and for this he didn’t even think of using it for another second. He walked along the coast, the water brushing against his feet. He thought it wouldn’t be all that bad to die on a beach, but he had a chance to die but when was captured and put into slavery, they weren’t going to kill him if they didn’t have to. He walked along the beach for what seemed hours but didn’t for a second think he should swim to the mainland. Even if he had thought of it, it wouldn’t be to easily done, the current, waves and not to mention the mysteries under the blue smooth surface. He even thought of suicide for a second, he figured it was either slavery for life or death. This thought went away due to the fact that he wasn’t a slave at the moment, he was free, he could do anything he wanted, and what he wanted was to stay free.
After a couple hours of walk around the island he came upon two guards at the opening of a boat, men carrying body bags with the word ‘BioCORP’ written on it. This was odd to the slave, the company didn’t have anything to do with the war, the CEO himself was against the war from the start due to his liberal standpoint on unjustified murder. The bags were stacked 6 high and then the opening was closed but not locked. The slave only knew one thing to do and that was to escape, this was his chance, his chance to escape from the island.
Walking into the water he saw a small hole in near the bottom of the ship that he could tuck into and hide there until he knew it was safe to make for the mainland that could hardly be seen from his position. He tucked himself inside the hole but only could fit halfway into it and he began to look for another way inside the boat.
Wading to the front of the boat he saw the only chance for his escape and that was inside one of the body bags. He found a cart for the next boat and figured he could wait until he was picked up.
The smell filled his lungs with a leathery and putrid stench. This wasn’t the first time the bags were used in such a way he thought and tried to think of something good. This did not help, in fact him thinking of something good just made him think of him being in a used body bag even more. After some hours, or what seemed to be hours, he felt someone grip the sides of the bag and suddenly he was floating. A little while after this he felt himself flying through the air and fall onto what he could only figure was a wooden floor. This put a sweating fear in his gut as he thought of the stack of bodies, if he stayed where he was the other bodies would be stacked on top of him, crushing him! The slave figured only thing he could do was get desperate, and started to chew the insides of the bag to at least get an air hole. Sucking in as much air as he could and holding it as the guards passed the only thing he could do we hope to whatever god there was that the guards will look away long enough from him to roll into a dark corner to hide until it was time to leave the ship.
The time came when the stack of bodies was three bodies high when the guards just started to throw bodies in without entering the ship. The air was getting sticky with corpse sweat and old wooden boat smell. This threw the slave into a light headed dizzy spell that made him puke in the very bag he was lying in. The vomit poured out of the hole some but the most part of it went into the slaves hair. He couldn’t remember the last thing he ate, but it smelled of cabbage and beef, and was twice as chucky from the lack of water in his body. This made him go into a wild frenzy, the smell, the disgusting smell that filled everything on him, including his eyeballs made him tear out of the bag. The guards, with the help of alcohol, didn’t notice the frenzy happening onboard. The slave caught all this and had enough sense to throw himself into a dark corner.
-5 days later-
This long into the trip the slave was surviving on dead rats and random bits of food that he tucked away before he escaped. He didn’t want to think of it, he knew it was to be true as the smell of the rotting corpse gripped his attention without remorse. He shook these feelings away but 5 days was way too long to get to the mainland he saw from the island and he knew he was going to the loin’kon master land; this trip was 34 days if he could remember right. The daily reports from the intercom from above told him the dates but nothing else. It was 5:31 on the sixth day when he unzipped the first body bag. The smell alone almost made him faint but the hunger of his animalistic roots as a human weren’t going to let that happen and he grabbed the bodies arm, by now the sex couldn’t even be identified. The skin was mushy and the bone soon met his front teeth. The bitter blood flooded his mouth, the smell now only a vague obstacle the hunger was making the slave like what he was doing and this was the end of the slave. His animal side came about and fresh meat was something he not only craved, but something he knew he had to have. Walking to the later leading up to the upper level he didn’t care that the guns shot him, he didn’t saw only one thing as he pounced at a guard, killing 12 guards before he was killed he died free, he died free of all human restrictions, including his own.
He was truly free...
“A slave’s life isn’t the one of burden and regret, it is a life of hard work and eventually freedom and you are not here for the rest of your life, just the rest of the war’s life. Once your king sees that the kingdom of Loin’Kon doesn’t belong in his hands then you are set free. You’re sent to the new kingdom, our kingdom from the west, you’ll like it I just know you will.” The intercom sounded to group of new slaves coming in from the country side and one particular slave paid keen interest on the thought of what he was going to be doing as a slave. The thought of such a thing gave him hope, almost gave him hope is what should be said to describe his hope. The sharp points of pain gave through to rays of hope as he saw a list of slavery jobs and one caught his eye.
“Lifebane?” He asked the informative intercom hoping for an answer that’d send him the life he’d rather see, however this didn’t come to light, what he got in real life was rough club to the back by that of a guard near-by.
“Get back in the line boy, you don’t get to choose the first job you get, and lifebane is a job for high level slaves and you…you’re just a runt, the most you’ll do is clean the stables” The bellowing laughter only made the slave more interested in the mystery behind the lifebane occupation.
“You’ll see one day…” he muttered and fell asleep and dreamt of waterfalls and dancing nymphs that sang the songs of beloved devotion to the art of song.
Waking up to the sound of large steel doors being unlocked the slave rubbed his eyes clean and sniffed the air only to be met with the putrid smell of the stables. He stepped out of the truck that he and 12 other slaves were transported in and each assigned a number, his number was 416 and this was his name from then onward he was told. He was searched and given a fresh pair of pants, two shirts, and pair of boots, socks, and gloves all to be worn at all times when he was in the stables. The day was ending so he was given his room key and he soon found himself in front of his door that lead to the room that he’d be living in for the rest of the war’s life.
The door creaked open to three other people lying or sitting on their cots reading the rules they were all given in what they are suppose to do while under slavery of the new kingdom he still wasn’t sure was taking over. Politics pretty much took all the fight out of the war and it was fought in the court rooms and in cloak and dagger ways. The red tape and bureaucratic system had taken war into the hall ways and made it to the point that even the slaves could vote on the next leader, of course this was just formality because they were counted as citizens of the new kingdom, but no one paid any attention to their votes. The slave took to his bed and set his stuff under it, he sighed loudly trying to get the attention of everyone around him but silence and ignorance of him even being in the room was all that was met to his eyes. He laid on his cot and soon the heavy lead weights of sleep rained down into his eyes and suddenly waking him to an empty room he had realized no one woke him up for supper time. Grabbing the things he didn’t want to get stolen he ran out to fire and nothing else, even the people running past him screaming bloody murder were on fire and he knew the only thing to do was run. He found an opening between two burning piles of what use to be living flesh and made his way to the western part of the compound.
“You will pay for the sins you have committed” blared over a loud speaker in the distance which just confused the slave but didn’t slow him down in the least. He
He made his way to the outside of the slavery compound that was currently under the burning torch of Loin’Kon but it was odd, why were they talking about sin and why burning the slaves along with the enemy? The slave didn’t care to try and find out he was too busy not being one of the slaves on fire. Tucking himself under a large rock and watching the carnage unfold on what was supposed to be his way to become the mysterious lifebane being.
Soon the fires stopped, the screaming ceased, and only the smell of burning flesh and distant talking, war had began to become immortal once again. When before they’d have talk between kingdom leaders trying to figure out how or why to do what they do.
Once, they went into talks one time that the papers of a certain slave weren’t cleared and the slave couldn’t even eat until he was an official citizen and able to pay taxes to pay for the meal that he was going to eat. It had turned out the slave’s name was the same as a criminal that died three years earlier and the criminal’s death hadn’t cleared yet. It was resolved but not fast enough, the slave killed three guards to get food and after he had the best meal of his life he was executed.
The smell of death and the brutal war tactics that over took the slave compound were so barbaric that the slave couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stood up and saw a group of guards laughing and patting each other on the back with agreement that they had kicked *** and took names. He began to walk towards them along with two other slaves, two girls with red blazing hair and with bodies like that had he figured just breeders. Halfway to the guards himself he stopped as the girl slaves got their first and weren’t taken in for care. The first guard took a hold of the girls arm that was named Lunda, the other girl’s name was Jolee. The slave knew this because that’s what they yelled at each other with the words ‘help me’ attached to the name.
“You little country girls aren’t much for personality but you make up for it with those bodies, especially the inside” just as the bigger guard said this a knife found it’s sharp deadly way into lunda’s left side.
Some blood seeped around the blade’s edge and dripped to the ground and the slave could have swore he heard it splash. This crippled the girl but didn’t kill her and she gave the guard’s face a red slice as her nails dug into his skin. The guard grunted with pain and with a hardy boot broke lunda’s left leg cracking it in half and breaking skin the boy saw bone and some more blood. This brought her to the ground with a sobbing that sounded like angels were crying. Jolee was put into a head lock and her top ripped from her chest exposing her breasts heaving with fear and torment only devils know of, she was forced to watch as lunda’s bleeding body was put against a nearby boulder and have her skirt ripped away. The three guards had each of their way with the girl all the while a blank distant stare was on lunda’s face, seemingly not even noticing the act being done to her. After they were finished with her a quick strike from the blade of one of the guardsman’s decapitated her and so was the story of Lunda. Jolee screamed with animalistic fear and shock to the point of the guard smashing her mouth with a butt of his gun. She wheezed breath as two teeth fell from her gaping maw. Her lower jawbone was now broken and she had trouble breathing because of the blood.
“Just easier to skull **** now” one of the men laughed and knocked the woman to her knees. He pulled himself out and started to do as such.
With force he ended up knocking three more teeth out and finally he was finished with her, the other two guards had their way with the girl. She was a crippled mess of tears, blood, and cum but was not killed. She sobbed till no one was around to see her sob. The slave, he looked on in terror and knew he had to find something to help her with. He walked to her side and looked around, and he stopped his looking when he found a good sized, 30 or so pound rock.
“Look, I don’t want to do this, but you’ll die a worst death if I leave to you to those monsters, if not them, the night will take you under” he raised the rock and oddly enough didn’t feel anything as it came down onto her skull.
The skull didn’t smash or splatter all over the place like the slave thought it would. The sound of a muffled crack came from it and some blood but the girl still wheezed a little harder this time. The slave tried again and again and then on the fourth hit the girl stopped wheezing. The blood pouring from her mouth stopped, the slave was finished but only in a bigger storm he was in before. The time to escape from the island started when he woke up, but the real escape was just going to start as he heard sirens and shouts in the distance he knew it was only a matter of time till he was found and killed, maybe worse.
The first thing he saw to escape from the island was a boat, a rickety paper bag boat and for this he didn’t even think of using it for another second. He walked along the coast, the water brushing against his feet. He thought it wouldn’t be all that bad to die on a beach, but he had a chance to die but when was captured and put into slavery, they weren’t going to kill him if they didn’t have to. He walked along the beach for what seemed hours but didn’t for a second think he should swim to the mainland. Even if he had thought of it, it wouldn’t be to easily done, the current, waves and not to mention the mysteries under the blue smooth surface. He even thought of suicide for a second, he figured it was either slavery for life or death. This thought went away due to the fact that he wasn’t a slave at the moment, he was free, he could do anything he wanted, and what he wanted was to stay free.
After a couple hours of walk around the island he came upon two guards at the opening of a boat, men carrying body bags with the word ‘BioCORP’ written on it. This was odd to the slave, the company didn’t have anything to do with the war, the CEO himself was against the war from the start due to his liberal standpoint on unjustified murder. The bags were stacked 6 high and then the opening was closed but not locked. The slave only knew one thing to do and that was to escape, this was his chance, his chance to escape from the island.
Walking into the water he saw a small hole in near the bottom of the ship that he could tuck into and hide there until he knew it was safe to make for the mainland that could hardly be seen from his position. He tucked himself inside the hole but only could fit halfway into it and he began to look for another way inside the boat.
Wading to the front of the boat he saw the only chance for his escape and that was inside one of the body bags. He found a cart for the next boat and figured he could wait until he was picked up.
The smell filled his lungs with a leathery and putrid stench. This wasn’t the first time the bags were used in such a way he thought and tried to think of something good. This did not help, in fact him thinking of something good just made him think of him being in a used body bag even more. After some hours, or what seemed to be hours, he felt someone grip the sides of the bag and suddenly he was floating. A little while after this he felt himself flying through the air and fall onto what he could only figure was a wooden floor. This put a sweating fear in his gut as he thought of the stack of bodies, if he stayed where he was the other bodies would be stacked on top of him, crushing him! The slave figured only thing he could do was get desperate, and started to chew the insides of the bag to at least get an air hole. Sucking in as much air as he could and holding it as the guards passed the only thing he could do we hope to whatever god there was that the guards will look away long enough from him to roll into a dark corner to hide until it was time to leave the ship.
The time came when the stack of bodies was three bodies high when the guards just started to throw bodies in without entering the ship. The air was getting sticky with corpse sweat and old wooden boat smell. This threw the slave into a light headed dizzy spell that made him puke in the very bag he was lying in. The vomit poured out of the hole some but the most part of it went into the slaves hair. He couldn’t remember the last thing he ate, but it smelled of cabbage and beef, and was twice as chucky from the lack of water in his body. This made him go into a wild frenzy, the smell, the disgusting smell that filled everything on him, including his eyeballs made him tear out of the bag. The guards, with the help of alcohol, didn’t notice the frenzy happening onboard. The slave caught all this and had enough sense to throw himself into a dark corner.
-5 days later-
This long into the trip the slave was surviving on dead rats and random bits of food that he tucked away before he escaped. He didn’t want to think of it, he knew it was to be true as the smell of the rotting corpse gripped his attention without remorse. He shook these feelings away but 5 days was way too long to get to the mainland he saw from the island and he knew he was going to the loin’kon master land; this trip was 34 days if he could remember right. The daily reports from the intercom from above told him the dates but nothing else. It was 5:31 on the sixth day when he unzipped the first body bag. The smell alone almost made him faint but the hunger of his animalistic roots as a human weren’t going to let that happen and he grabbed the bodies arm, by now the sex couldn’t even be identified. The skin was mushy and the bone soon met his front teeth. The bitter blood flooded his mouth, the smell now only a vague obstacle the hunger was making the slave like what he was doing and this was the end of the slave. His animal side came about and fresh meat was something he not only craved, but something he knew he had to have. Walking to the later leading up to the upper level he didn’t care that the guns shot him, he didn’t saw only one thing as he pounced at a guard, killing 12 guards before he was killed he died free, he died free of all human restrictions, including his own.
He was truly free...