Collapsed World [MxM, Non-Con, Mpreg]

Part 8 [Lykaios]

Lykaios led Iris to the Infirmary where a blonde Avaen strapped his wrists into restraints anchored to a tiled floor and which only allowed his hands movement up to his waist. He was pushed into a kneeling position, washing materials pulled up on a tray next to him before the Avaen bowed to the master and went to it's playroom. Lykaios carefully took off his jacket and laid it neatly over a chair as he rolled up his sleeves and turned first to Kit. As well as the language, Lykaios had dedicated much of his freetime to learning Avaen medicine and healing. It was very different from Corvine medicine, with much more subtleties and advanced understanding of both pathways and interconnections. Lykaios was still learning, but had learned some basics needed to care for his slaves and pets, to keep them from dying and heal all the physical afflictions he forced upon them. Lykaios forced Kit to spread his wings again, injecting him with a numbing agent and a serum for the wing rot.

"Go to your playroom and use the size 6 with no lubricant, put your wings in the harness to keep them extended." Kit made a strangled noise in his throat.

"N..no lubrica..." There was a clatter as Kit fell against the tray, stunned from the slap he didn't see coming.

"The 8, lights off, for making me have to clean up after you." Lykaios said and Kit paled, scrambling to his feet and scurrying off to his playroom with a bow before he could offend Lykaios any further and incur more punishment.

Lykaios eventually turned his attention to Iris, coming over to the tiled area where Iris was shackled, telling him to kneel on the floor. Lykaios put on a pair of gloves and put his hands in Iris' hair, assessing the damage to it. He cut it just above Iris' butt before turning on the water and making Iris lean forward so Lykaios could wash his hair. The cleaning procedure was a tedious and thorough one. Lykaios washed Iris' hair and pinned it up in a knot at the back of his head, before cleaning the rest of Iris' body. Lykaios avoided Iris' wings and back at first, cleaning around the torn skin and dirty wings, even cleaning under Iris' finger nails. Lykaios said nothing to him the entire time he cleaned, completely absorbed in his work. Lykaios liked his play things pristine and unblemished. The fun could not begin until Iris was restored.

"I do not tolerate uncleanliness. Whether you feel dirty or not you will wash yourself thoroughly every day." That Iris would suffer dire consequences should he fail to do so was implied and left unsaid. Lykaios washed Iris' privates as well, his hands caressing the sensitive organs, half stroking them to see how the length would respond. Iris' balls were fondled and his anus probed with a gloved finger, not ungently but not in a sensual manner either. When Lykaios was through he changed gloves and wheeled over a special table on which Iris was told to lay face down and spread his wings. His hands were released and strapped to the table, as were his ankles and midsection to keep him from squirming. Special clamps were also put on the joints of his wings. Lykaios didn't care about the gentleness of the spray on Iris' tore back, though he was careful not to hit the wings. With a tenderness at odds with the hardness of the water, Lykaios applied balm to the whip marks, drying and bandaging up Iris' back before turning to his wings. Tenderly Lykaios tended to them, removing damaged feathers and washing each wing gently until they were all clean. Lykaios turned on a warm fan to dry Iris' body as he looked over every inch of it for other marks. His hands roamed Iris's body slowly and sensually, taking immense pleasure in the white cleanliness of Iris' skin.

His hands paused on Iris' mate mark, brushing a thumb over it as his other hand picked up a scalpel. "You seem the quiet, gentle, docile type. Which means you likely had a more assertive and strong mate. Whether it was a male or female, matters little. The kindest thing you can do for them now is pray that they are dead." Lykaios said in an informative tone. Though he didn't show it, he was curious how this Avaen would handle facing the likely truth of is mate's fate. The faintest tremor of anticipatory pleasure went through Lykaios as he pressed the blade to Iris' flesh.

"If they were strong willed, and a carrier, it is likely they will have been picked up by one of the military officers if not others in the great houses. They would have been stripped and chained, sodomized and raped repeatedly the first day between beatings and starvation. If they were lucky they broke the first day, if not, it would escalate the next day and the next, only slackening if and when they became pregnant and only then during the last months. But as soon as the child cleared their womb it would all start again, until they began to crave rape and pregnancy as its own sexual turn on and they forgot everything before such a life. It is a better fate than if they aren't a carrier." Lykaios spoke softly and matter of fact, the blade slicing carefully through the flesh to lift the mate mark from the skin. Lykaios put it in a scrapbook he kept of such things, smearing it with vaseline to preserve it.

"If they aren't a carrier, there wont even be the short reprieve award by pregnancy. Every second of the day every orifice would be filled with either a Corvine or a substitute. Rapings will continue until they no longer remember days before being constantly filled, and then continue after that until it is all they crave. Their dinners will be the semen of their captors, their drink their piss. If they are extremely strong willed they will become the communal play thing of the houses, taking many different master in one night if not at one time. So if you have love for them, wish that they are dead, for in any case you are dead to them." As Lykaios spoke he came back to Iris' ankle and carved out the flesh to the bone where the mark had been, knowing the tenacity of such things to return on the surface. Lykaios staunched the bleeding wound and bound it, licking the blood from the scalpel absently.

"Like your body I will wipe your mind, heart, and soul clean and imprint it with my own mark. Even if your mate is among the rebels you will be so unclean in their eyes they will reject you. Unless, that is, you are brave enough to choose death." Lykaios said as he came around before Iris and held his head up by his chin to look him in the eye.