The palace was full of activity. Rushing through the hallways Michelangelo did his best to hurry back to his task. He'd been ordered to scrub the large stone statues in the hallway. But he'd been forced to stop halfway through when he'd run out of clean water. Struggling to carry the water filled bucket Michelangelo turned the corner and felt his heart plummet slightly and he found Karai leaning against the statue had been scrubbing. 

Karai looked from her slave to the statue, which was only halfway clean. "I thought you'd be done by now." She didn't sound too happy. 

Michelangelo shifted nervously, panicking when it caused him to spill some of the soapy water onto the floor. "I….I will be shortly Mistress." He only had a couple more to do before he was finished, though he was sure that he would have more to do before the council's representative arrived. 

Nervously Mikey watched as Karai shifted to look at him. "I do hope you're taking this task seriously. Ill not tolerate a slave who makes father look back in front of the representative from the council." 

Shifting slightly so as to hold the water easier Mikey nodded. "I-i-im taking it very seriously. I just ran out of water." 

Karai continued to glare at him. "Watch your tone slave." 

"S….sorry Mistress." Mikey replied, looking from the water to the statue, he needed to finish cleaning it but didn't want to ask her to move so he could continue. "Did you need me for something?" He asked politely, hoping that she wouldn't be angry at him for speaking. 

The last few years she seemed to have a growing resentment towards him and he wasn't sure why. As children they had been good friends, but Mikey knew that wouldn't last forever, no one really saw him anything but a slave, it had only been a matter of time before Karai had as well. 

Lately she'd been especially cold towards him. Pushing him, kicking him even activating his collar making him spasm in pain if he displeased her. 

Nervously he watched as she continued to glare at him. For several moments his eyes flickered over the small sword hanging from Karai's belt. 

But a moment later his fear dissipated slightly As a voice called out. "KARAI!" 

Karai looked in the direction the voice had come from before moving, walking towards him and pausing as she passed him. "You will be in my chamber after dinner. I have some more....experiments I wish to conduct." 

Mikey felt his skin crawl. Shivering worse as Karai chuckled at his obvious discomfort. "Do not keep my waiting slave. Or else I may not be so gentle this time." 

A moment later she was gone, leaving him holding the bucket of water his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and apprehension.. 

Slowly Mikey let his breathing calm down, eyes closing as he let himself a moment to relax. If he did as she said then it wasn't as bad, normally. There were times where it didn't matter if he behaved right or not, Karai didn't care if he was comfortable or hurt, as long as she got what she wanted. 

He put the bucket down before he spilled anymore water. When he stopped his hand from shaking enough he got back to work with cleaning the statues, trying not to think about what Karai had planned for him later. 

Scrubbing at the stone statue Mikey could not help but be a little confused as to why so much fuss was being made over the upcoming visitor. 

He knew the person was a swordsman, a very famous one if what he'd overheard Hun telling Karai was true. And he serves some group that Karai's father called 'the council of elders'. He knew a little about the council, they had something to do with setting the laws of the land, but beyond that he didn't know anything about them. 

It was well into dinner time by the time Mikey had finished his cleaning, he wasn't sure if he could have some food before he needed to meet with Karai, or if he would be allowed it. Sometimes she didn't allow him to eat for a few days if she was displeased with him. 

After putting the cleaning equipment away he slowly made his way to Karai's quarters, nervous for what was installed for him this time. He hoped that it wouldn't be too bad this time but he wasn't holding his breath. 

Taking a deep breath Mikey reached out, pushing the sliding door to Karai's room open before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. 

Turning to survey the room Mikey's eyes roved over the rack of armor and weapons to his right, the large chest of drawers that held Karai's formal outfits. The small dresser and vanity she sat in front of when doing her makeup and..... 

Against his will Mikey felt his breath hitch with fear as his eyes fell on Karai herself, who was sitting with her back towards him. 

Before he could even speak her voice called to him. "You're late." 

He gulped nervously, "S-sorry. There are.......many statues to clean." 

Karai didn't move. "Come here......Mikey." 

Again Mikey felt his heart clench in fear. She only ever used his nickname when she was mad. 

Taking a deep breath to try and hide his nerves he managed to smother a whimper before he slowly walked closer to her. He knelt on the floor near her with his head bowed down towards the floor, not daring to look at her let alone making eye contact. 

Karai didn't look at him for a while, letting her slave squirm in silence as he waited for her orders. 

After several painfully long minutes she spoke. "Look at me slave." 

Biting his lip Mikey moved, tilting his head so he was looking at Karai. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail and Mikey could tell she'd spent most of the day training with her sword as evident by the faint smell of sweat that clung to her. For a moment Mikey's eyes drifted across the bandage on Karai's arm. It would appear Hun had managed to land a hit on her during practice. The rest of her body was covered up by a black kimono with white stitching. And next to her...... 

Against his will Mikey found that two small cups sat on a table next to Karai, a familiar bottle with a green label sitting next to them. He knew this drink. It made him feel strange. It clouded his mind and made him feel like he was outside his body. But worst of all.......it made him..........aroused; regardless of if he wanted to be or not. 

Karai smirked darkly as she noticed the turtle's eyes staring at the bottle; it was something that she used often if she didn't want to take her time with him. "Are you thirsty? Mikey?" He voice was cold and clear that she wasn't asking a question. 

Mikey gulped, for a moment his hands clenched into fists before he forced them to relax again. Everything inside him wanted to refuse, to plead with Karai not to make him drink it. But instead he nodded his head and quietly answered as he was expected to, his voice almost a whisper. "Yes, Mistress." 

Karai grinned evilly. "Pour us both a drink then." 

The turtle was afraid he would drop the bottle; his hands shook as he poured the liquid into the two cups, only spilling a little due to his nerves before setting the bottle back down. On the table. 

Karai chuckled as she watched Mikey's hands tremble as he handed her one of the drinks. The concoction only affected non-humans so she was safe from its effects. But after he drank it Mikey would no doubt feel its numbing and enhancing effects. "Drink it, and swallow every since drop."
 
Mikey had only drank half the glass before he started to feel the effects, his head started to cloud and by the time the cup was empty he couldn't hold back the whimper, feeling the effects wash over his body in waves. The warm feeling started in his chest before spreading across his body, making him squirm as it pooled in his stomach. 

In front of him Karai moved, slowly reaching towards her hips before untying the sash that kept her kimono closed. Mikey felt his breath hitch against his will as she began pulling off her kimono revealing her naked skin. "How do I look Mikey?" 

The low moan that escaped Mikey was completely involuntary, his mouth hanging open slightly as his dilated eyes roamed her naked form. He knew her body intimately from their times together, but it still had an effect on his lower regions, causing his slit to part already, preparing for him to drop down. 

He had to struggle to form the word "Beautiful" his whole body was relaxed, a stark contrast to the nervous tension that he had been feeling before. Her pale skin was far from flawless, carrying scars from battles and training, but his eyes were always drawn to her pert breasts, and the way her simple piercings caught the light. 

A shudder rolled through Karai's body as she felt Mikey's eyes rove her body. Another shudder rolling through her as Mikey slowly licked his lips. Reaching out Karai touched Mikey's chin, forcing him to look up at her. "Answer me Mikey. How does my body look?" 

With his eyes locked onto Karai’s he groaned, struggling not to touch either her or himself, not yet too far gone to attempt anything without her permission, even with his slit heavy from arousal. "Perfect." He breathed out, having learnt over time exactly what she wanted to hear from him. 

Mikey's response made her smile. She moved, one of her free hands coming to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it before toying with the silver bars that pierced his nipples. She purred softly, loving the small jolt of pleasure that flashed through her. "Do you wanna touch me Mikey?" 

"Yes. Please." There a small whine in his voice, licking his lips again as his eyes focused on the way her nipples moved around the bar, and her breast bounced slightly from the movements. 

A light churr was followed by a low moan as he felt himself slip free of his plastron, exposing his member that was already halfway erect without him even being touched. 

She grinned at his words. Again touching her breasts, this time using both her hands to tweak and play with her breasts. "Take off your clothes. NOW." 

Mikey almost fell over himself as he moved to become as naked as her, groaning as the fabric passed over his growing erection. He was panting by the time he sat naked before her, staring up at her own naked form with a needy pleading look. 

Grinning at the sight of Mikey's organ Karai moved, sitting back down in her seat before continue to toy with her breasts. She could hear him; as the drug took a deeper hold on him, he would find himself getting more and more aroused. She loved the feeling, making Mikey squirm and pant until she could feel the need rolling off him. Her fingers ghosted across her nipples, suddenly pinching them and moaning in response. 

Her moan was met with a loud churr, the turtle squirming to try and get comfortable without touching himself, crawling a little closer to Karai's chair. 

She was smirking at the way he pleaded with his eyes, seeing how much he was suffering just because she wouldn't let him touch; it was huge thrill for her to have someone so desperate to want her body. 

By now Mikey had sometimes touched himself anyway, which always made it worse for him because he would be tied up, helplessly needy with no way to do anything about it. 

She locked eyes with him, moaning loudly again before speaking. "Beg. Beg and I may let you please me." 

"Please." She'd barely finished speaking before he whined out for her, crawling closer as looked up at her. "Please. I...I.it hurts." His hand went towards his crotch but he managed to pull it away with a groan, resting his head slightly against her thigh as his wide dilated eyes sought out hers. 

She smirked down at him; the need he was experiencing must have been overwhelming. For a few moments she ignored him, continuing to play with her breasts. But when Mikey let out another needful moan she shifted, leaning back on her chair while spreading her legs a little. She smiled as his breathing increased as her scent wafted over him. "Service me. Do it right and I may allow you release tonight. Fail me, and....." 

She let the threat hang in the air. 

The scent was intoxicating, almost drowning out her voice entirely as his eyes trailed along her legs to her center. He licked his lips before pushing forwards, rubbing his beak along her feminine fold before his tongue flicked out for a taste. His head swam from her heavy scent; hips moving automatically even without friction as he let his tongue slip inside her to get more of her unique flavor. 

The moment she felt him brush against her sex she gasped, her hips moving on their own; thrusting against his face. A second later she moaned loudly as she felt his tongue slip inside her. "Y-y-yes." 

She felt his hands touch her thighs, spreading her legs a bit further so as to get deeper. She forced herself to relax, leaning her head back and taking deep breaths as Mikey worked 

Mikey's little needy whimpers vibrated against her folds as he almost desperately pushed his tongue deep within her, using her own juices to slick the way. His beak was rubbing against her clitoris completely by coincidence, not having the brain power to focus on it willingly. 

His hands holding onto her thighs were squeezing gently as he tried to get closer, deeper, to get more of that intoxicating scent and taste that was making his erection that much harder and more painful to not be touched. 

She focused on her breathing, working to prolong the pleasurable feelings that were rushing through her body. Her hands moved on their own, tweaking and pinching her nipples; not even bothering to be silent. It wasn't like anyone would care. Mikey was her slave, she could do whatever she wanted to him and no one would care. 

A moment she jerked, her head snapping back as Mikey's tongue touched the bundle of nerves deep inside her. Her breathing became ragged, her legs shaking as wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure crashed over her. "K-k-k-keep.....g-g-going! D-d-don't you dare stop!" 

Mikey's eyes were wet with tears, it was becoming so painful but he didn't dare stop, taking out his desperation as his tongue swirled, drawing patterns as he kept trying the hit the bundle he could feel inside her. He was shaking, but that only seemed to excite her more as the vibrations travelled through her sex. His grip tightened in his need, wet eyes clamping shut was a pained whimper. 

For a moment the pleasure began to dip, no longer racking her body violently. She growled her hands leaving her breasts to grab the back of Mikey's head and shoving it forward. "Don't you fucking stop!" 

She was completely abandoning subtle, not caring if anyone were to see her. All she could think of was the pleasure racing through her. Her body jerked and spasmed again. Then again and again and again; until she began to lose count of her climaxes. But he maintained her grip, keeping Mikey's face pressed firmly against her sex. 

The slave was struggling to breathe, pushed so tightly to her sex that his head was clouded with nothing but her pure scent and taste, but he couldn't stop. He sobbed, trying not to let up on her pleasure but his erection was so painful, bobbing as she kept forcing his head and setting her own pace as she used him as her own personal toy. 

Suddenly it happened, that line deep inside her was crossed. Instantly the pleasure became too much, making her scream and thrash her head from side to side. She wasn't a stranger to pain. She'd been beaten, stabbed, cut even tortured before, but this pain was different. It was stronger, sharper; it made her scream and her toes curl against her will. 

She struggled against it for as long as she could, holding out until she felt she was going to pass out. Then and only then did she act; shoving her slave away, instantly ending the painful pleasure that was filling her body. She heard him stumble and splash into the small pond at the edge of the deck. She ignored him, working as hard as she could to bring her breathing back under control and to make her hands and legs stop shaking. It took several minutes but finally she managed it. Slowly she looked down at Mikey. "Come with me slave." 

She stood up, her legs wobbling slightly as she moved into her bedroom. 

Mikey whined loudly, wincing as he pulled himself from the small pond dripping wet. He made the painful walk into her room to follow her, practically collapsing at the foot on her bed while trying to hold back his sobbing. "P….Please...M….mistress." 

She ignored his pleas instead going to her dresser and pulling open one of the drawers. She smiled cruelly as she instantly found what she was looking for, shed had it custom made just for him.

Pulling the object out of her dress Karai turned, grinning evilly as she moved and knelt down next to Mikey shaking and shivering form. She could see cock was as hard as it could get, if anything the dig in the pond had made him even harder than before. "Do you want release Mikey? Do you want to cum?" 

"Please." He moaned again, not looking at what she held in her hand but at her eyes, pleading and she could see the hurt and need reflected in them. 

She smiled and led him back outside, before kneeling down on the deck and setting the object down before returning to her chair. She watched as Mikey moved towards the object, obviously knowing what he was supposed to do. 

She'd had the dildo made specially for him. It started out slim at the tip but as it went further down it got bigger almost doubling in girth at the base; which was easily 3 inches in diameter. Along its shaft were several bumps, ridges and folds to help stimulate him and at the very bottom was a suction cup that kept it from moving while being used. 

"Better use that mouth of yours and get it nice and slick. You have two minutes." 

Even as dazed as he was Mikey knew what to do, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it desperately, trying to coat it with as much saliva as he could, but honestly he would take it dry right now if it meant he could release. He planted it firmly on the deck, still lavishing it with his tongue before looking up at Karai, knowing better than to move on without her permission. It was getting harder and harder not to touch himself, his hand moving more than once but just hovered awkwardly as he'd look to Karai's and pull it back. 

She watched as he worshipped the dildo, slurping and sucking it loudly like some kind of whore worships a client. In truth she'd hoped he would go over his two minute limit but no sooner had it been two minutes then he stopped, looking at her pleadingly. Stuck to the deck the dildo was coated in saliva, some of it dripping down the sides. She looked at him, their eyes connecting as she made sure he knew she was in control. "Mount it. But no fucking yet. And don't you dare cum without permission." 

There was nothing slow or savoring about the way he practically fell onto the toy, hissing as he worked the deeper base through his unprepared muscle. His cock twitched at the simulation and the look of relief across his features showed how close he was to cumming, just from having the toy sliding into him. He wiped at his eyes to try and stop some of the tears while he waited for the blessed order, hoping to finally get his release. 

She watched him, a kind of horrible smile covering her face as she watched the toy vanish into his body. As the last of the toy disappeared Mikey let out a strangled moan, obviously trying to stifle it. 

She watched for him a moment, taking in the way he was panting as though he'd been running around. The way his cock was visibly throbbing and wanting release. The way he looked at her pleadingly. 

Slowly she shifted, her foot coming out to brush against Mikey's cock for a second. Instantly Mikey gasped, a loud whimper escaping his mouth. 

Karai smiled, continuing to tease his organ with her foot as she spoke. "You like this don't you? You like having that big toy shoved all the way inside you. Tell me Mikey, what does it feel like?" 

Mikey found it hard to find words, unable to hold himself back as his hips moved forwards, rocking into her foot for the much needed friction before pulling back to try and find the perfect angle inside him. He slowly repeated this, moving without permission and too far gone to stop himself as he whimpered loudly. It wouldn't take long for him to reach his peak, dangerously close from just the simple touch of her foot against him. 

Karai growled, suddenly grabbing him and forcing him to look up at her. "DID I SAY YOU COULD START FUCKING YOURSELF?!" 

The turtle was crying as he was forced to look up at her, desperately needing to move but her anger had forced him to remain still, shaking with need. "P……please." 

Karai smiled cruelly at him. "DO NOT MOVE." 

A moment later she vanished, disappearing into her room and out of sight 

The temptation to move was almost unbearable, somehow finding just enough of his right mind to obey her command even with tears running down his flushed cheeks. 

The drug had taken full affect by now, it hardly felt like he was himself anymore, like it was a dream or nightmare that he couldn't control. He was light headed and panting heavily from the constantly growling arousal, eyes unfocused as he looked towards his Mistress's room. 

After several minutes she returned, a cruel smile covering her face as she held a small metal ring in her hand. "You wanna fuck so badly. FINE." 

She knelt down, roughly grabbing Mikey's cock before slipping the ring over his head and down his shaft before securing it around his base. For a split second the ring changed becoming warm as several sigils and glyphs appeared along the simple silver band for a moment before vanishing.

 Again Karai grabbed his head, forcing him to look at her. "You will not hold back. I want everyone to hear every moan, whimper and sound you make. Is that clear?" 

The turtle’s eyes were wide as he saw what she was holding, shaking his head as he pleaded with her. He knew what that was for as well as he knew the toy he was sitting on, the punishment branded in his mind even through the drugs. 

For a moment he hoped that her hands would bring him relief in time, but it only made it worse before the friction was gone and his organ throbbed in painful protest. 

He took her order as permission, his hips rocked and ground into the toy, crying out loudly as he found the pleasurable angel he had been looking for, bringing both pleasure and pain from the over stimulation. 

Karai watched as Mikey began to move, lifting himself up before pushing himself back down onto the toy. She moved, sitting back down in her chair enjoying the sight of Mikey fucking himself. 

The turtles face was contorted in the mix of pain and pleasure, planting his hands in front of him so he could use his leg muscles to ride the flexible toy inside him and his sounds were echoing around them. 

His loud sobbing mixed with his strangled churrs, letting everyone within earshot know what was happening, how desperate Karai's needy little slave was. 

A moment later Mikey's head snapped back, a loud pained moan erupted from his mouth as Karai's foot returned to his needful organ 

Wide pleading eyes locked with Karai's, whining with pure need before he started to beg, begging her to make it better, to make it stop, just begging for anything that would finally let him finish. 

Karai smirked, watching as Mikey desperately fucked himself, churring and moaning each time the toy vanished inside him. She didn't have to worry about him cumming. The ring around the base of his organ would keep him from cumming; no matter how long or hard he fucked himself. Cruelly she laughed at him. "Do you like this Mikey? Do you like fucking yourself while I watch?" 

His head shook automatically before he bit down on his lip, it was painful, but he couldn't stop it, if anything he craved it more as his cock throbbed angrily. "Y……yesss." 

Karai's smirk grew. "Tell me Mikey. What's it feel like? What does the dildo feel like? Tell me and MAYBE I'll let you cum." 

"I…….it's good" But his churr broke off into another loud sob, shaking his head again, trying to clear his head enough to think and talk, but the stimulation and denial was clouding his mind just as much as the drug. "N…..not Enough. P……please. I……..i need..." 

Karai smiled. "What do you need Mikey? Tell your mistress what you need." 

"Y……..you." He whimpered out forcing himself to meet her eyes. He didn't stop his movements though, not able to as he desperately worked for his unreachable release. 

Karai raised an eyebrow. "Me? Whatever do you mean Mikey?" 

Mikey's eyes were streaming tears, just wanting her to make its stop. "I…….I need you, t.to make it b…….better." He knew that Karai was in control of him completely, she caused him the pain and pleasure and only she was able to make it stop and let him get any relief. 

Karai smirked. "Why? Why should I make it better?" 

His loud whine was so full of pain, not able to think enough to come up with valid argument of why she should help him. He just needed it so badly, becoming a complete mess as she let him squirm for her own amusement. 

Slowly Karai shifted, rolling onto her stomach exposing her butt to Mikey. "Stand up Mikey but keep the dildo inside you. It's time for you to please your mistress again." 

Mikey stumbled to his feet, doing a he was told and not removing the toy, leaving it inside him and he took a shaky step towards Karai. His eyes roamed all over her with another whimper as a spark of pleasure shot to his groin just from the sight. "M…..mistress." There was so much need in his voice. 

Karai groaned as she felt felt Mikey straddle her hips. Closing her eyes she reached back gripping Mikey's organ before slowly guiding his needy flesh towards her wet folds. At the same time her fingers brushed against the ring, moving it slightly allowing Mikey to come a little closer to his release. 

As Mikey entered her she moaned involuntarily, despite Mikey's age and small size he was gifted; easily 7 rock hard throbbing inches. She smiled as Mikey's hands went to her breasts gripping them as much for stimulation as for control. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath as Mikey lipped completely inside her. "How do i feel Mikey?" 

The slight ease of pressure alone made him churr out happily, and sinking in her soft yet tight sex was almost maddening. "T…… you. I…….it feel so…….so good" He sobbed softly, buying his face into her neck and taking a long draw of her scent. 

His hips started to move slowly, but he couldn't hold the pace for long, squeezing her breasts hard as he gave a hard thrust inside her. 

Beneath him Mikey felt Karai shudder as their bodies smack and slapped together with each thrust. Against her will Karai groaned. Despite being treated as a slave Mikey's touch was oddly gently. His hands gripped, squeezed and massaged her breasts, his fingers seeming to focus on her nipples; pinching and rubbing them. The contact made her moan, her own orgasm rapidly approaching as he thrust in and out of her at a rapidly increasing pace 

Mikey's was crying out loudly, his thrusts desperate, holding Karai like she was the only thing that mattered to him right now. He pinched her nipples hard, barely holding himself from biting into her neck, only previous punishments and training holding him back from marking her. 

Time stopped mattering to her. Her nerves felt like they were on fire, the force of Mikey's thrusts shaking her whole body. Her body clamped down around Mikey's organ, making the small turtle cry out in pleasure. Hours could have passed and she wouldn't have cared. She loved this, having this kind of power over him. He'd keep fucking her until she said for him to stop. 

The turtle’s whimpers started to turn back into soft pleading, quietly begging as he continued to drive into her with more force. The neck was wet with his tears and drool, but neither of them seemed to care as the arousal heightened almost impossibly. 

Slowly Karai began to reach back, tightly gripping his organ in her hand before slowly removing him from her body. Gently her fingers toyed with the ring, spinning it against his needy flesh. "Beg slave." 

His eyes widened, looking at her like she was offering him life itself. "P…..please Mistress." Somehow he managed to form the words whining as he played with his cock, teasing him with the possibility of finally letting get his much needed release. 

She squeezed his cock tighter, making him moan loudly. At the same time she shifted the ring, moving it to midway up Mikey's cock, allowing him to feel more pleasure. "More slave." 

Mikey's hips thrusted up into her hand, churring while the feeling got better but making him even more sensitive. "P....please. I.it feels so good S.so close..." He could practically feel his relief while she held him completely in her hand, having complete control over everything. 

Karai smiled to herself as she felt Mikey shaking and quivering against her. Slowly she moved the ring, stopping it at the base of Mikey's head. "Thank me slave. Thank your mistress for letting you feel such pleasure." 

"T…..thank you. T…….thank you so much I Ahhhh!" His cock was twitching in her hand, throbbing angrily at being restrained for so long. 

Suddenly in a single swift motion Karai pulled the ring off his cock. A moment later Karai felt Mikey shudder as the magic of the ring left his body 

The feeling alone caused Mikey to cry out, the slightest touch sending him over the edge with an almost painful churr as he emptied himself, moving his hips quickly throughout his mind-numbing orgasm. For a minute his vision went blank from the intensity. 

When he came back to his senses he was a shivering mess at Karai's feet, quietly muttering his thanks and praises to Karai. 

Karai looked down at him. She could feel him cum clinging to her back. Slowly she turned, showing him the white splatterings that covered her skin. "Lick it up. ALL OF IT." 

It was a struggle for Mikey for to move. Slowly he managed to sit up enough to flick his tongue out and taste himself, shuddering at the taste. The drug was starting to slowly fade from his system, but it was slow and he was scared of getting aroused again while he bathed and cleaned her soft skin with his tongue. 

Despite her annoyance at being covered in his seed, Karai could not help but groan slightly at the feeling of his tongue brushing against her skin. Of course she wasn't just doing this to humiliate Mikey. By lapping up his cum it would counteract the drug he'd drunk. By the time he was done he'd no doubt be back to his right mind. 

When he was finished Mikey sat shivering at her feet, his arms wrapped around himself and looking down at the floor. 

"T……..thank you. Mistress." His voice was quiet, clearly still crying but able to control himself now and cry quietly. He hated it, feeling so ashamed for what she'd turned him into, but knowing that he had no way to stop it. She had complete control of him, she always had. 

She turned, looking down at him for a moment before standing up and walking into her room. "Get dressed and get out." 

With a nod he quickly got dressed, feeling weak and lightheaded still, but he was used to it. Karai had been using the drug for a few years, but lately she seemed to enjoy it almost every time she called him into her quarters. 

Once he finally managed to get back to his room, laughed at by the few people who passed him that must of heard what happened, he collapsed onto his tatami. It was a while before he managed to cry himself to sleep, finally letting everything weigh down on him and consume him into darkness. 

As bad as servicing Karai could be the dreams afterwards were what he dreaded most. It wasn't that they were nightmares, though he often had them......it was that the drug stirred up painful memories......memories of his mother and the time before he and his family had been captured and enslaved. 

They had lived a simple life, by no means rich but his mother earned just enough to stop them from being poor. And their village was small. Small enough that he doubted anyone had heard of the attack. And those that did hear wouldn’t have cared. 

He'd often recall her voice, the feeling of her hands touching his shoulders or hugging him. The smell of the food she’d prepare for breakfast or the way she’d call to him that it was time to eat. 

If he could go back, then he would had been a better son. Would have cleaned his room more often, not argued with his family as much, done his chores when he was told to. But none of that mattered anymore. 

Those were the things he dreamed of after the drug. The moments of growing up with a family and having fun. Of just being a kid and able to play and dream the day away. 

He dreamed of the time long ago, when he was a person, and not just a slave.