Knocking on Heaven's Door

After you wake up from your post orgasm nap, you take a few moments to survey the apartment you find yourself in. The accommodations, while meager, are still a fast improvement over anything you can remember having. Not just because you have four gorgeous women at your constant beck and call, although that certainly helps, but because of the presence of basic comforts that you could never say were yours before; a proper bed, a table with chairs for eating, a completed roof without any drafty or leaky holes. The view of the city from your windows gave a nice view of the market square.

Of course, you couldn't describe this all as being yours, not really. These were all distractions from the fact that you were still a prisoner and a ****. Those windows had strong wrought iron bars to prevent someone braking out, or in. The single door in or out was locked from the outside, and likely guarded at all times by The Boss' thugs. The ladies could leave the apartment with an escort, small trips to the market for food with allotted coin and the like. You, on the other hand, had to stay here until it was time to fight again. For the moment, you're content in your confinement. It's not like you have anywhere else to go.

You see Nareesa and Wrathi working together over a cooking fire while the twins patiently wait for supper, and in a **** moment, feel an unusual sentiment building up in your heart. Although these four women are, in effect, your slaves, they all want to be here, and want to be with you. Nareesa lacks confidence and strength and needs a father figure, her "daddy", in order to feel safe and at home. The twins are sycophants; by attaching themselves to someone rising through the social standing, their station rises with it. Wrathi? She just might be happy to finally be around someone who looks like her and to get some real cock for once. Maybe you have it wrong. Whatever their reasons, they're happy to be around you, and that's never happened before. Do you really want to escape? From this? Into the cruel, lonely world you knew before?

You were wanted and cared for at some point, you're sure of that, but fate has a way of ruining good things and letting the wretched linger. Your tribe was decimated by human soldiers, one of whom had just enough decency to spare your life and take you to an orphanage in an urban city. There was your first memories; a few good, but mostly bad. Even than, the other kids made it quite clear that they didn't like you, that you were an outcast. The Phoenician Sisterhood tried their best to care for you and broker a peace, but even they had limits. A fight broke out, and even though you didn't start it, that you were clearly stronger and beat the other kid badly was enough for them to send you out to the street. From there, it was a struggle on the hard streets to survive. You learned to do whatever it took to survive; fight, steal, even kill if necessary. You eventually became a mercenary, and a damned good one, but always found a way to overstay your welcome. Usually with a combination of fiery **** and cheap women, although sometimes it was the other way around. That was how you got captured and made a ****. Having gotten too rowdy and destructive, slavers were called in to round you up and take you away. It took more of them than they were anticipated, but they were able to subdue you. A trip through the scalding desert later, and here you are. Escaping The Boss, his plans, this city, means going to back to that life of **** and the constant cycle of loneliness and shame. Is the freedom of that life really so much better than what you contend with here?

You wouldn't get the opportunity to answer that question. To sharp knocks on the heavy door announce the guards enter the apartment. "Alright than Kromdor. It's time to go." A squad of five guards come in, a number of them with shackles and chains, to keep you in control along the way. You can see a few of them have reticence in their eyes, fearful of a conflict in a place they don't physically control. You try a different tactic; using diplomacy.

"Those won't be necessary." You begin "I'll comply, and come with you voluntarily."

"That's not the way this works. You could try to escape once we get you out in the streets"

"Even if I do, I won't make it far. Even if I were try to leave the city, we're in the middle of a fucking desert." The guards look at each other for a second, beginning to ponder what you say.

"I'm not a fool. Just let me walk in. At least give me the chance to prove that I'm cooperating."

"You had that chance the other night and blew it all to hell."

"That chance was one of your friends trying to **** someone. Even I'm not that much of a monster." On a dare, you start to move towards the door on your own, unshackled. The guards follow you, weapons drawn, but don't **** the issue. Once outside, they form a perimeter around you, keeping you from veering off from the intended route. It also had the added benefit of keeping a distance between you and the denizens of the city, who began to clamor around to see you. You smile at the men and women who point, shout, and cheer at the sight of you entering the arena. You even wave at some of them, and flex your large muscles for the crowd. The brief period of adulation you received before going back through the dungeon was intoxicating.

"Well, don't I feel cheated?" Said the point man in the front, the likely captain. "Trying to soften us all up so that you can be all friendly to the crowd."

You shrug your shoulders in a vain attempt of defense "I didn't know that would happen. I just don't like shackles. Can't blame me for that." The other guards run off to fulfill their other duties.

"Say what you'd like Kromdor, but I see what's going on here. Trying to become the next big celebrity fighter. Thinking maybe they'll save you. Don't press your luck"

"Why not?"

"People here are basically miserable constantly. They have short attention spans and shorter memories. They will shift from you to the next person without so much as a second's thought."

"That include you too, I take it?"

The captain shook his head, looking out in the distance for a second before turning to you "I don't even watch the games. Not anymore. You get sick of all the blood, the ****, the destruction."

"Than why contribute to it?"

"Hey!" The captain snaps, defensively "Don't you start judging me, now that we're all cozy and friend like. We don't know each other, and we don't like each other, okay?" He took a deep breath "The truth of the matter is I'm here because it keeps a roof over my own head, and my families. If you make it out of here today Kromdor, take a real look around the city as you head back, and you'll see the truth of the situation."

"What truth?"

"We're all slaves here"