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Chapter 8 by nathauan13 nathauan13

What's happening when you wake up?

You're a prisoner!

As your eyes finally open and you groan awake, you find yourself in an uncomfortable position on a hard surface. You try to adjust yourself, but the tug of metal and the clanking of chains groaning in response limits your movement. Your wrists are shackled together behind your back, a heavy collar around your neck is chained to the floor, and the cage you're in is big enough to fit you sure - but only tall enough that you can get on your knees but not fully stand.

Your throat is raw and dry and your ass is aching, though it doesn't seem to be leaking. You didn't dream while you were out, but your cock is as hard as ever. You weren't taken advantage of? Regardless, your clothes are a distant memory.

Once someone notices you're awake, you're hauled out of the cage and paraded across some sort of bandit camp. What little you can see leads you to believe they've taken over an old fort. There are walls and a few buildings, everything in disrepair. Men and women in various states of roughness are having their way with young men and women in various conditions. Some are eager, some are definitely less than. Others in cages are being moved out in carts through the gates and onto the roads - are you all captives, then? To be sold into slavery? The sound of slapping flesh and cries of pleasure and pain surround you.

Slowing up too much nets you a kick to the back of your knees. While you try to pick yourself back up to avoid more punishment, you look around for the young man you failed to rescue earlier but there's no sign of him. How long have you been out?

You're dragged into the main building of the commandeered fort, and thrown unceremoniously to the floor in front of an ersatz throne. You grunt in pain and are already shivering from the cold of the stone, causing your muscles to tense and your nipples to harden. With your hands clamped behind you it's difficult to wrangle yourself into anything resembling a comfortable position.

A throat is cleared, and you bring your eyes up.

The lecherous leer is all too familiar.

Just who's in charge here?

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