Spike the Corrupter - CYOA
Chapter 7: Slaver Base
Previous Chapter Next ChapterSpike rubbed his chin, before giving a firm nod. "The slaver base will be our best bet. It'll be a good opener for my invasion of the rest of the region." He chuckled, shaking his head contently as he did. Spike quickly rose to his feet, Thorax almost falling off his lap as he did. "I believe I'll start by scouting out the base personally and determine what to do from there."
"Excellent my lord, two of our agents are already near the base and will greet you once you arrive." The concubine said with a deep bow, before walking away and returning to their duty.
Spike nodded before gesturing for Domination to follow after him. The gem quickly transformed back into Pharynx, before doing as instructed. He paused, turning to his slaves. Thorax was left by the throne, staring up at him with wide eyes, before the dragon merely shook his head and chuckled.
"Sorry, but all three of you had the best stay here," he turned to the writhing pile of dragonesses his eyes locking with Ember's. The alpha slave looked up at him for a moment, her tongue still buried deep within Smolder's snatch. "Ember, I am making you the official castellan of my citadel. From now on, you're in charge when me or Pharynx are not around. Spread the word."
Then he turned and left the room as Smolder and Thorax both stared at Ember. Ember quickly pulled her tongue out of the squirming and begging Smolder, a smile spreading across her face.
"Lucky me..." She hissed.
The Slaver Outpost was a small base in the south of the region, standing atop a cliff overlooking the ocean. Waves crashed against sharp rocks far below the citadel, where doubtlessly thousands of would-be escapees had met their deaths. A road lead up to the outpost itself, across a large span of cleared forest that ended at thick woods, of which Spike was now standing in. The woods themselves were filled with countless amounts of snares, pit traps, falling cages, and other such traps, though thanks to the skill of his changeling infiltrators, they were easily avoided.
The slaver outpost was actually more of a fortress, now that Spike was looking at it, consisting of a thick round wall made of stone, with who knows what going on inside. Past that, right against the cliff face itself was a tall tower with a dome-shaped cage at the top. The outsides of the walls featured many dozen hanging cages, some filled with skeletons, while others were filled with moving shapes that he quickly realized were slaves. The pathway leading up to the front gates of the outpost was fortified by stakes, and small trenches, which gave the dragon pause. This place was definitely well fortified to say the least. Spike couldn't help but wonder how they had managed to set up such a sophisticated outpost here of all places.
Still, the way they had set themselves up made him more than a little antsy. The walls kept him from observing the base fully from here, and if he was stupid and tried to sneak forwards himself, he definitely risked being spotted. While he knew his magical capabilities were well-developed enough to fight some of the slavers, if there were too many of them he would definitely be overwhelmed. Still, he did feel it was for the best to get a look inside. But how was he going to do that.
"My lord?" a voice behind him said. He turned back to see both Fibulla and Dactylus staring up at him, wearing their Concubine uniforms. He quickly smirked. They gave him, an idea. Though... it did seem a bit too easy. Still, it was worth a shot.
Fibulla and Dactylus both stumbled when Spike gave a heavy tug of their collars. They had both been stripped entirely naked, blindfolded, and gagged by milky white crystals that Spike had grown around their heads. Their arms were pinned behind their backs by ropes, leaving them almost entirely helpless. He actually liked the look of that. When he returned home to the citadel later he'd definitely do the same to his pets. They'd look cute all helpless like that...
Spike nodded slightly, turning to Pharynx. "Do you think they'll buy that these two are my slaves?" he asked, a smirk coming to his face.
Pharynx frowned for a moment before nodding. "It seems likely, master. Still, I think us changelings disguising ourselves as slavers would be sufficient enough."
"And take away all the fun? No, thank you," Spike chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Besides, we are doing this so I can see the fortress's interior first hand, then I can plan accordingly."
Pharynx nodded, his master's logic quickly making sense in his head. Spike was infallible after all.
"Very well then, master. I will move ahead in disguise and announce your arrival. What should I inform them?" he asked with a slight salute.
"Tell them that I am a slave master from a faraway land, in search of something... exotic to add to my collection," Spike said with a chuckle. "I'll take care of the rest."
Pharynx nodded quickly, before with a flash of fire, he transformed into a lizard-like creature that walked on two legs with a hunch, a cobra hood at the sides of his head. Spike raised an eyebrow before shrugging. The lizard nodded at his master before quickly turning to walk towards the slaver base. He resigned to simply wait until Pharynx gave him a sign that it was safe to approach. Until then...
He turned to Dactylus and Fibulla and smirked. He wondered how eager they would be to play with one another bound as tightly as they were... a quick look at Dactylus's rock-hard rod and Fibulla's leaking snatch told him everything he needed to know. With a heavy hand, he pushed the two sensory-deprived slaves together, before leaning down to whisper in their ears. The two let out a synchronized cry of surprise at the dragon's sudden movement before they heard his voice.
"I think I have enough time for a quicky, so would you two please give me a show?" he hissed pleasantly.
As expected, Pharynx had indeed returned, in disguise, and brought Spike to the front gates of the fortress, with a now extremely shaky-legged Fibula and Dactylus following in tow. As he had assumed, he was let into the base with little difficulty, the other slavers merely assuming he was a prospective customer and he had been given mostly free reign. He deemed it best to not take any unnecessary risks and avoided areas under extra heavy guard, merely content to observe them from afar.
The slaver base was built upon three raised terraces, with each level being accessible by a single staircase, almost making it resemble a step pyramid. Spike was currently in the bottom level, which consisted of five separate pits dug into the ground. The tops were covered in iron bars, with walkways going over them. Spike paused every now and then to gaze into them.
Most of the pits were filled with dozens of creatures, all huddled together in the dark, wearing worn clothing with scratched manacles and shackles. Spike supposed he couldn't be disgusted by this, otherwise it'd make him a massive hypocrite, but the conditions the creatures were being held in were rather appalling. At least he had the common decency to give his slaves comfortable living quarters!
The makeup of the slaves was interesting to him, however. Almost entirely deer, with the occasional minotaur or sheep. Apparently, those were the more common races of this region, which made sense why they were seen as less than necessary. Most of the slaves in these pits seem to be the less than valuable ones, to be sent off for dumb labor. As such, they were all rather visually unappealing, mostly middle-aged, weak, unhealthy, or overall unspecial slaves. Still... there were a lot of them. He might be able to use that to his advantage.
Spike took note of that and then made his way to the second level. The second level was dominated by a series of racks, with slaves that had been stripped completely naked strung up in them, their hands bound above their heads, while they were forced to stand on the tips of their hooves to actually ground themselves. All of them were gagged with muzzles, regardless of gender. The male slaves were all fitted with chastity cages that looked to be extremely tightly locked around their tools, while the females weren't much better, forced into chastity belts.
Spike could tell that these ones were clearly the more valuable ones, to be sold as sex slaves, or for some other similarly seedy job. They were all extremely lean and fit, extremely attractive. They were also rather exotic, mostly deer and sheep, again, but he did see a fox-like kitsune in the group too, bound on their own special rack away from the rest, right next to the stairs leading up to the third level, which was dominated by the tall tower he had seen from the outside.
Spike found himself slightly put off, however, when he approached the slaves. All of the ones in the main batch merely stared at him quietly, with glazed-over, broken eyes. Spike grimaced at the sight. He supposed it only made sense. These slaver's didn't have anything as sophisticated as Domination, so they were forced to use the traditional brutish option.
How they had broken them so thoroughly quickly became apparent as he explored the second level, as he found himself at the front entrance to a large tent, that almost resembled a circus. He frowned for a moment, wondering if the guards would let him take a peek inside, but that answer was quickly solved for him when one of the guards merely grunted and nodded for him to come in.
"Take a look! Always happy to show how the sausage is made to a potential buyer!" The guard said in a thick cockney accent. Spike would have made to respond, but he saw it improper, merely nodding back at the slave and walking by him.
The interior of the tent was a rather grim sight, but Spike found himself oddly turned on by it.
Several large cages filled the room, but they weren't holding cells. No, they resembled circus arenas more than anything. Slaves of the more valuable variety were locked into cages with a single master, where they were made to... perform. Sometimes it was one on one, and sometimes there were large groups of slaves assigned to one cage, but the end result didn't matter much.
"This place rocks! If you don't want to white gem every single slave we capture, you should totally do something like this!" Punishment laughed. Spike merely chose to ignore the red gem.
Spike merely walked the room, scratching his chin as he observed the room. He watched as in one cage, two slaves were forced to fuck one another as their master stood over them, rubbing his rod and laughing as the two female slaves, both deer he noted, stared at one another with tears streaming down their faces even as they scissored against each other moaning and panting as they did.
In another cage, a single slave was being forced to crawl on all fours, staring up at his master every now and then, before continuing his crawling. The slave master would periodically crack his whip, causing the slave to freeze and flinch, before barking a humiliating order which the slave would quickly follow. Spike watched as the slave was made to sit back on his haunches, presenting his hands like a dog, before barking. Then with another crack of the whip, he rolled over onto his back.
In still another cage, Spike observed as a minotaur male pinned against the cage bars as a minotaur rather harshly hammered into him. Spike found himself staring at the minotaur with a deep frown. The minotaur didn't fit the stereotype he had heard about his race at all! The bovine was short, with extremely weak-looking limbs. He looked almost like a female with how small and weak he was. It was a trend he had noticed for a while now actually, ever since he arrived in the camp. For every buff minotaur male he saw, he would see at least two or three that were pathetically small. It was almost... unnatural. And it didn't seem to be something the slavers were doing at all.
No, this was something he would have to investigate when he got around to enslaving the minotaurs. For the time being however, he had to focus on the slaves.
Content he had seen everything on this level, Spike turned and left the building, making his way towards the stairs that led to the third and final tier of the fortress. When he arrived at the bottom of the steppes, however, he was suddenly startled when the Kitsune started yelling once he was close. Quickly turning towards her, Spike stared as the Kitsune stared directly at him with panicked eyes.
Or rather... she was staring at the crystal in his forehead. Spike raised his eyebrows as she pulled on her ropes and chains, trying to get away from him, a task that was absolutely impossible judging from how tightly the shackles were around her wrists. Her words were muffled by the muzzle on her mouth, he couldn't make out much of the nonsense she was saying, but he did catch, even despite how hard it was to hear, the word 'corrupter.'
He was going to merely shake his head and walk away, but he was stopped when, suddenly, an Abyssinian woman marched down the steps, a cattle prod in hand. The kitsune's eyes were so focused on him, that she didn't see the Abyssinian suddenly strike out with the prod. Volts of magical lightning coursed up and down the Kitsune's body as she screamed, while the cat woman staring down at her quite literally hissed.
"You stupid bitch! It was hard enough to capture you, now you're making it hard to tame and sell you as well?" The cat cried, before she shoved the prod back into the naked kitsune's chest. Spike cringed at the abuse for a moment, before the cat suddenly stopped, causing the kitsune to go limp, her restraints being the only things keeping her upright.
"My apologies..." she paused to brush several locks of hair out of her face. "I am Castellan Ishar, ruler of this... market. I don't believe we've met before. You are a new customer yes?"
Spike raised an eyebrow. This was new. He knew Abyssinia, the kingdom of the cat people, was nearby to Kludgetown, but he had always assumed that Capper was the only one who had actually wholly joined the slavers.
"Oh, yes. I was just scoping out the place before I made a decision," he replied, smirking at how truthful he was being. "But I, unfortunately, cannot find anything too interesting here... aside from this one," for a moment he considered grabbing the 'Castellan' and gaming her right then, but no. This place was far to open for his liking. He'd be seen by the other slavers.
Spike stepped forwards, approaching the Kitsune, grabbing her by the chin. For a similar reason he didn't gem her, but he was content to tilt her chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with him. Spike smirked down at her before turning his gaze back to Ishtar.
"Is she, perhaps, for sale?" he asked. The Kitsune let out a couple of muffled whimpers but knew better than to scream with Isthtar so close by.
"No, unfortunately. She was sold just recently to the doge of the minotaurs. He requested we tame her before sending her directly to him for his own... personal use." Ishtar replied, raising her cattle prod. She slowly pressed it against the Kitsune's inner thigh, forcing her legs open with it, all while the Kitsune shook, dreading the idea of her turning it on. "It's a shame too, I'd personally quite like to own her myself. But money is the absolute, and no one has more than the doge."
Spike slowly nodded, feigning disappointment. He knew that if he really wanted her, he'd have to with no struggle. Regardless...
"Ah, well that is a letdown. Ah well, do you suppose you'd have more Kitsune coming in soon?" Spike asked, as he turned his gaze back to Ishtar, looking down at her. He had to admit, though she was clad in form-fitting armor, she looked extremely voluptuous, with a tail that swished this way and that with every subtle move of her full child bearing hips... yes... forget the Kitsune... he'd much rather have her...
"Eh, 6/10." Domination said in his head.
"I think she's perfect... my kind of gal." Punishment replied with an almost drunken laugh.
"Aw... the psychopath's in love," Domination laughed. Spike quickly silenced them both with a cough, which Ishtar didn't seem to pick up on.
"Potentially," Ishtar shrugged with a chuckle. "They are invariably rather hard to catch, but my men are getting more experienced in bagging them by the day. If we catch more, I'll keep one for you. Do you have a preference or..."
"I swing both ways..." he laughed darkly. "But, if it's alright with you, I'd like to take my leave for now.
Ishtar nodded. "I see. I apologize for not catching a good toy for you this time. Maybe next time." The cat chuckled, before she suddenly actived the cattle prod, which made the Kitsune scream into her gag.
Spike nodded at the sight, then turned and made to leave. He'd reconvene with Pharynx by the gate, and then he and his slaves would make their way towards the Citadel as a group. From there he'd begin his plan to conquer this little fortress. But until then, he'd best figure out how he was going to do it...