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Sex Slave Ch. 01

By: MsErotica1950



Carl watched Jill from the hallway as she packed his suitcase for his trip. He loved her with all his heart and he knew that she loved him as well, even though they were not married. It wasn’t that Carl didn’t want to marry her but rather it was an agreement they had agreed on years ago. He was afraid, even after being with her for 10 years that if he tried to make it permanent she would leave.

He met Jill a little over 11 years ago at the factory where they both worked. Both of them had been divorced for almost a year before ever getting to know one another at work. Carl was the production manager and Jill worked on one of the lines on the production floor.

He had been putting in a lot of overtime hours at the plant after filing for divorce from his unfaithful wife. Thank god neither one of them had ever wanted children or her might have thought twice about divorcing her if there were children involved. He came from an abusive family with an alcoholic father and a mother always in a state of depression. He promised he would never take the chance that he might have kids and subject them to their lousy grandparents.

It was only in these later years that Carl admitted that the only reason his wife had married him was because of his position in the company. There was nothing striking about Carl at all, he was just an average looking guy. Mary on the other hand was beautiful and she had a body to go with that beauty. He let her beauty, body and his male ego control him back then. Feeling all kinds of full of himself because this beautiful woman wanted him.

It was during their first year of marriage that Carl found out what the real Mary was really like. She was a bitch! No other kind way to put it, other than she was a first class bitch in every sense of the word. She used sex to get what she wanted from him and he was to blind and stupid to see it till it was to late. The further up in the company he moved the more she spent and all the while she was fucking every cock she could get her hands on.

When he filed for divorce she had been fooling around with a married man who owned three advertizing agencies. He left his wife for Mary a year after their divorce. Last Carl heard was she was on husband number five, each one having a little more money than the last one had.

Jill had almost the same problems with her marriage. Only her husband was a no good lazy bum. He’d lose one job after another leaving Jill to support them. All the while she thought he was home looking for work, he had been fucking other women in her bed. Jill never missed work, even when she had been sick. She couldn’t afford to if she were to be able to support them. She had been so sick at work one day that Carl had sent her home. She found her husband in bed with their next door neighbor. 

She kicked his ass out and filed for divorce the following day. He had tried his best to get her to take him back, he didn’t like losing his free ride. He even came to work a couple of times and she had called the police asking him to be removed from the premises. The guards were told he was not allowed in the parking lot or on the grounds. If they caught him trying to get in they were to call the police immediately and have him arrested. 

Their relationship started out as friends then after a while it became more personal between them finally getting to the sexual stage. Carl had never met anyone like Jill in his life. She was a very sexual creature always wanting to be intimate, which Carl didn’t have one problem with, he enjoyed their intimacy and reveled in it. 

They had been together a little over a year when one night after they had been making love she asked him if he would do a favor for her. Carl would never deny her anything that was in his power to give her so he told her yes.

“Don’t say yes Carl until I tell you what it is I want of you,” she told him while still caressing his cock in her hand.

“I’m sure what ever it is the answer will still be yes hon. Now what is it you have to ask of me?”

Jill knew that what she was about to ask of him would be a shock to him but she was prepared for that. “Will you fuck another woman for me while I watch?”

“WHAT? You can’t be serious Jill!”

“I’m very serious Carl, I would really enjoy watching you fucking another woman.”

“Jill I know you can’t be serious about this, you have to be pulling my leg just to see what my answer would be.”

Jill sat up reaching for her gown and slipped it over her head. She stood up and went to sit at the small corner reading table they had in their room. “Come sit with me and let’s discuss this Carl. I assure you honey that I am dead serious about this.”

“Carl it would really please and turn me on to watch you pleasuring another woman. Most men would give their eye teeth to have a mate who would encourage them to fuck someone else and you know it.”

“Jill let’s just say that I agree to this request of yours for the time being. How do you propose to make this happen first of all. No...let me finish before you say anything else, ok? Second let’s be realistic here Jill, we are not young number one, and we are not sex symbols number two, and finally we are not little hard bodies either.” 

No matter what she thought Carl had always considered her attractive. So she wasn’t slim and trim, that didn’t matter to him in the least. She had the cutest face, with eyes that always smiled back at you and she loved sex! That made her the perfect woman as far as he was concerned, anything else was just the icing on the cake.

“Ok, I’ll make a deal with you. If I find someone who is willing, is of average looks, and I don’t really care what size she is and neither do you, would you do it? Just a simple yes or no is all I’m asking Carl.”

He looked at her and knew she meant every word she had said. “Alright Jill, if that is what you want I’ll do it.”

She threw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately. “I promise you will enjoy it hon, and if you don’t, I won’t ever ask you to do it again, I promise.”

A couple of weeks had passed since they had agreed he would fuck another woman if she found one and Carl hadn’t thought anymore about it since then.

It was around 7:30 on Saturday night and they were cuddled on the couch in front of the TV. Carl had made her lay back with her left leg over the back of the couch and her other on the floor so he could play with her pussy. He loved to finger fuck her and watch her climax when his fingers did their magic on her clit. His cock was hard and peaking out of his robe. He was about to go down on her when the doorbell rang. Before he could say a thing Jill had jumped up from couch heading towards the front door.

“That would be our guest,” she said over her shoulder. Jill opened the door and greeted the woman inviting her inside.

Carl tried to cover himself best he could watching the woman who was following Jill into their living room. She was shorter than Jill, had beautiful long red hair and striking green eyes. She had a splatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose and Carl guessed her to be in her late 20's or early 30's. She was neither slim nor fat but rather pleasingly plump.

“Beth I would like you to meet my partner Carl.” Beth offered her hand in handshake to Carl as Jill introduced her to Carl. “Carl this is Beth she is going to let you fuck her tonight while I watch. I told you he would be a little nervous at first but as you can see he has a very nice cock as I told you and he can fuck for hours.” Jill had reached inside his robe parting it showing his cock to Beth.

Before Carl could react, the shock still registering on his face the woman had kneeled down in front of him taking his cock in her hand.

“Oh, I must have a little taste of this first if you don’t mind?” Having said that she lowered her mouth to his cock and began sucking away on it.

He had gotten over his initial shock and was now enjoying the blow job he was getting. He kept looking over to Jill seeing how turned on she was watching. She was playing with her nipples, her legs spread so that he could see she was wet. 

Jill got up and walked over to where Beth was and lifted her blouse up and over her shoulders, then she undid her bra freeing her tits so Carl could reach down and play with them. Jill found herself reaching for Beth’s nipples, she rolled them between her fingers feeling how hard her nipples were.

“Carl she has wonderful nipples, suck them for me babe and get her pants off, I want to see you eat her pussy.”

Carl stood up pulling Beth up with him, he turned her around towards the couch and let his hands cup her breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth sucking gently. Beth moaned in her pleasure. He reached down to the waist of her slacks and slid them down her hips pulling her panties down with them. Beth stepped out of them easily.

He pushed her down onto the couch spreading her legs and got between them, he glanced over to Jill as his finger slid into her wet cunt and began a slow finger fuck. He could see how much this turned Jill on. He leaned down and buried his face in her pussy, licking and lapping at her making her squirm all over the place.

Jill watched as he ate Beth’s pussy, she was close to coming herself watching and playing with herself. She walked over to be closer to them, she wanted to see his mouth in her pussy. Jill hadn’t realized she was going to do this but she had an uncontrollable urge to kiss Carl, she wanted to taste the woman on his lips. She pulled his head up, “kiss me babe, I want to taste her on your lips.”

Carl kissed Jill deeply, letting his tongue meet hers and letting her taste the essence of the woman who’s scent was on his tongue and lips. He was as turned on as she was and was amazed how much this aroused both of them.

Jill was kissing Carl, loving the taste of the woman on his lips when she felt Beth slip her fingers into her pussy. Carl had slipped two into Beth finger fucking her while he and Jill were kissing. Now Beth was busy fingering Jill’s wet cunt as well, she rubbed her clit driving Jill nuts. 

“Oh god honey get your cock into her I want to see you fucking her pussy. I want to watch your cock slide in and out of her.”

Beth moved off the couch getting on her hands and knees in front of Carl while she leaned on the edge of the couch cushions as he entered her. Carl began fucking her, slow and steady Jill watching each stroke of his cock sliding into this strangers pussy. Jill kissed him while he fucked her.

Beth was enjoying Carl’s fucking, been a while since she had been fucked this well and with such as nice cock too, but she wanted a little bit more. “Jill come sit in front of me so I can eat your pussy, no sense in just Carl and I here enjoying ourselves when you could be too. Been a long time since I had me a taste of pussy and I’m dying to eat yours.”

“Just the thought of watching this woman eat Jill’s pussy had made Carl’s cock surge inside Beth, he wanted to see her eating Jill while he was fucking her. Do it hon, I want to watch her eat your snatch.”

Beth had reached for Jill pulling her over and down in front of her. Jill laid back with her legs spread wide as Beth pressed her mouth to her pussy. She devoured her snatch like a pro, making Jill come twice before Carl had gotten off once. She wouldn’t let Jill up from the couch, just kept eating her pussy bringing her to one climax after another. She had came twice while Carl fucked her. She was impressed that even after he had came his cock stayed hard and he kept it inside her pussy fucking her.

After that first time Beth joined Jill and Carl on many occasions over the next several years. It was also during that time, that Beth and Carl had arranged a little surprise for Jill as well. Beth had been fucking this guy for a couple of years and knew he would be willing to join them in a foursome. Carl found the thought of watching another man fuck Jill as arousing as she had him fucking another woman. The man and Beth had both been sex partners with them over the years.

Now Carl was going on another trip out of town. He had been promoted to a senior vice president three years ago and did some extensive traveling for his company. He hated being away from Jill for so long and so often. She would always almost kill him on his returns home she was so sexually pent up by then. He was just as bad, neither of them ever getting any farther than the parking lot of the airport before they would be fucking.

It had taken him almost a year to set up the surprise he had for Jill. It was to be delivered one hour before he was to leave for the airport in the morning. He didn’t know how he was ever going to sleep tonight in all his excitement.

At precisely 9am the following morning the doorbell rang. Carl had timed it just so that he and Jill would be heading for the door when the gift arrived. He opened the door and standing there was a woman with short black hair, plump, around 40, holding a small overnight bag. She was average in looks, but she had the most unusual eyes he had ever seen when he first met her. Her eyes were a very light lilac, not quite violet and quite striking.

Jill didn’t know what was going on and was about to say something when Carl invited the woman inside. 

“Jill I would like you to meet May she is going to be staying with you for the next few days and will come and stay any days you choose after her first weekend here.” Jill was looking at him with questions in her eyes not knowing just exactly what he meant he could see that clearly.

“Carl what are you talking about, I don’t understand.”

“May you can put your bag over there by that chair he told her pointing to the chair. She went right over and sat her bag down not saying anything, just looking at him. “I’ll let May explain he told her,” motioning for May to come stand beside them. 

“I’m here to serve you. I will serve your every wish and desire mistress. I will pleasure you for as long and as often as you desire me to do so. No matter what you desire of me I will not refuse you, my only purpose is to make sure that you are taken care of sexually and physically while your man is gone from you.”

Jill was standing there with her mouth open not quite believing what she had just heard staring at Carl.

“Honey, I want you to be sexually happy and taken care of while I’m gone. I want your desires filled, nothing would make me happier. I know you enjoy Beth and I thought this is something you could get used to in time. Your own little sex slave who will keep you happy until I return.”

Carl motioned to May and she began removing her clothes. When she was completely undressed he told her to take her Mistress’s blouse and bra off then he wanted to see her suckle at her breasts. 

Jill just stood there as this woman removed her blouse and her bra. She lifted her right breast to her mouth and began licking her nipple, her other hand busy rolling her other nipple between her fingers. Jill was already getting aroused, she loved her nipples played with and sucked. May was sucking on her nipple drawing it deeply into her mouth and Jill could feel the pull all the way down to her pussy. 

She heard a horn honking outside the door and Carl leaned over to kiss her deeply, telling her it was his cab to take him to the airport. 

“I’ll call you tonight dear to see how much you have enjoyed your present,” he told her as he waved and walked out the door.

Jill was going to have to get used to this but right now she was just thinking of how much she was enjoying the woman sucking on her nipples. She told her to stop for a moment, then took her hand leading her upstairs to their bedroom. 

Once inside the room she turned to May, “well, dear I think I’m going to enjoy this.” She pulled her over to the bed, “remove the rest of my clothes May, then we are going to see how well you eat pussy.” Jill was looking forward to the rest of the weekend, she had a feeling she could really get into the roll of having a sex slave at her service........

Sex Slave Ch. 01



Copyright 2010 allusive1

Author's note: This is my first submission. Please, please give me feedback. Thanks for reading.

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Rees's eyes moved from Jula's smiling face to her delightful breasts. Unencumbered, they were full mounds, bouncing gently under her thin nightgown. He picked her up by her waist and set her down, still standing, on a nearby chair. He was still taller than she but barely.

With a seductive smile Jula reached up and pulled the ribbon at her throat, causing the bow to unravel and her nightgown to fall open to mid-chest. Her generous breasts spilled out to the edge of their areolas.

Rees caught his breath. His cock, already swelling from the kisses they had just shared, stiffened. He slid her nightgown off one shoulder exposing a beautiful breast.

He touched his tongue lightly to her nipple a few times, teasing her. She gasped with pleasure. Unable to go slowly, he began to suckle her nipple urgently, bringing it out to a hard nub. He felt her body tense with desire. Her breath quickened and she wound her fingers into his hair.

Her response inflamed him. He wanted her badly!

He undid the laces at his crotch. As his hard cock poked free of the fabric, her hands were suddenly there, stroking him, pulling on him. Her touch brought waves of sensation that threatened to overwhelm him. He stepped back and looked at her, breathing heavily.

Jula eyed him seductively. Sliding the gown off her other shoulder, she let it fall to a heap at her feet. She was voluptuously naked.

Seeing her nude body, he lost all pretense of control.

"Oh Jula! You are gorgeous!" He scooped her up easily and whisked her to the wide bed, tossing her gently onto it.

He paused to pull off his boots and pants and pull a French letter from his wallet. She lay on the bed, lips slightly parted. Her half-closed eyes were on his massive cock. She spread her legs for him.

Although the light was dim he could see the pink of her labia, swollen and glistening beneath the darkness of her bush. His fingers sought her clitoris. She moaned softly as he rubbed her swollen bud. Her spicy female scent smothered him with lust.

She was everywhere: her nipple in his mouth, her nipple between his fingers, her warm body pressing against his, her lips on his, her hands on his scrotum, massaging, her hands stroking his cock, firm and urgent.

He slipped a finger into her steaming pussy. She let out a long low moan and wetness soaked his finger.

"Oh, please! Please, now!" she begged. She squirmed beneath him, still sliding her hand up and down his shaft.

"Oh Jula, you're so... so damn hot!" His fingers fumbled with the French letter. She helped, stretching it taut over his eager cock. Her fingernails dug into his butt as she pulled him onto her.

A bell clanged loudly. Rees awoke, disoriented.

His wonderful dream dissolved into nightmare. Everything was chaos and cursing as the men around him scrambled to their feet. With an audible groan, Rees curled up. Orgasm thwarted, his cock whimpered and begged to be completed. His scrotum was a tight ball of pain.

Much as he desired to climb back into his dream, he could not deny reality. If he didn't get up immediately and stand in line for food he wouldn't get any. As horny as he was, he was also starving. Lingering in bed, jacking himself off, simply wasn't on the agenda for a slave.

With a heavy sigh, he climbed to his feet.

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The iron door swung shut with a definitive clang, another harsh reminder that he was no longer free. The clank of chains scraping against stone almost drowned out the soft shuffle of bare feet as the chain gang clattered to a halt. Rees knew the routine. He lowered himself to his knees, careful not to pull on the chain and unsettle his neighbors.

He fought against the melancholy that sought to overwhelm him. He missed his family terribly. And Jula! Sweet, sweet Jula! She had seduced him and used him and dumped him. But she had done it all so thoughtfully that he still adored her. He had known from the beginning that their trysts would never turn into a real relationship. He was too young and inexperienced for the lustful widow, but their time together had been precious. He would never forget her kindness and sexiness and the invaluable lessons she had taught him.

This morning's vivid dream had been on his mind all day, causing his cock to remain semi-flaccid. He wondered if he'd be able to slide back into it when he fell asleep. Sleep tonight would not come soon enough.

He was not looking forward to another long evening with nothing to do but shift uncomfortably on the stone floor and watch others do the same. Leaning over, he spoke quietly to his friend Keven who was chained next to him, "So far, boredom seems to be the worst part of being a slave. We've only been here a month. I can't imagine how bad it might become if we end up here for years!"

Keven nodded in silent agreement, his green eyes following the movements of the slave handlers who were unshackling men at the beginning of the line. Handlers did not allow slaves to speak in their presence.

Because of his imposing size, Rees drew the attention of the handlers. Even kneeling he could almost see eye to eye with most of them. They did not hesitate to demonstrate the control they had over him. He was careful to show respect, to remain passive, and to do nothing to arouse their wrath. He decided his conversation with Keven could wait.

His first days as a slave had been a nightmare of pain and hunger on an endless march south. He had been glad to finally arrive at the estate where he worked, even if it meant no more chances to escape. He, alongside several hundred other slaves, spent his days in the rock quarry, cutting and hauling rocks to expand the master's already vast winter villa.

The sprawling estate comprised a series of magnificent structures. Following no apparent plan, they rambled in grand disarray across the hillside overlooking the harbor, their countless, unexpected turrets and spires visible from miles away. Even from a distance, which is how Rees normally observed it, the compound appeared bizarre and audacious—unbalanced. It was the perfect home for a preposterously wealthy madman.

Rees had never seen the master of the estate. Rumors of the atrocities he committed were both outrageous and prevalent. If he were responsible for even a tenth of the barbarities attributed to him, he was indeed a butcher. The huge estate was home to thousands of slaves, however, and Rees doubted he would ever meet his notorious master.

He shifted his broad shoulders and stretched his arms. His muscles rippled. Even after spending every day for a month hauling rocks, his arms were stiff by the end of each day. He studied a crack in the stone floor and waited patiently, listening to the handlers move closer.

Eventually they reached Keven, who smiled at the man who unshackled him. The grim-faced handler ignored him. Rees kept his eyes carefully downcast and held very still while he was being unfettered.

The stone room that was Rees's home was vast, easily accommodating two hundred slaves. Despite its size, the room reeked of stale sweat and mildew. The warm, tropical air hung like a wet blanket around them.

Dark stone walls soared to the ceiling fifty feet overhead. Narrow bared windows, very high on the walls, let in a small amount of light and air. Suspended about twenty feet overhead, an iron walkway ran completely around the perimeter of the room and crisscrossed the center. From the vantage of the walkway, slave handlers could inspect and give orders and even dole out lashes with their long whips.

In one corner of the room, a pump dispensed cold water into a stone pit. Nearby there was a long sloping toilet trough with a pump at the high end and a large drain at the low end.

Once released, Rees and Keven strolled together toward the bathing pit and stood in line to wait their turn for water. Their attention was drawn to the front of the line. One of the slaves decided that the man before him was taking too much time. He jumped into the pit and a short scuffle ensued. The one who had been using the pump got the worst of it. He soon scrambled out of the pit and shuffled away, rubbing his cheek.

"No wonder there are so many fights," Rees commented to Keven. "Anything to break the monotony."

"Monotony and filth," Keven agreed. "That's the worst of it so far."

"What do you mean, filth?" Rees said. "It's not so bad. We have all the cold water we could want. This is probably the luxury suite as far as slave lodgings go."

"I could be happy with hot water, soap and a towel," Keven responded.

"You noblemen are spoiled," Rees teased. He was a farm boy, used to being dirty. "We get clean breechclouts, opportunity for a shave and a haircut, and a clean blanket once a week. Surely a slave could not hope for more."

Keven smiled at him wryly. "Perhaps the company of a beautiful woman... "

This comment sent a new pang of longing through Rees. Ah, Jula!

They reached the front of the line and Keven manned the pump while Rees ducked under the cold water. After drinking his fill, he washed his upper body, face, and head, crouching and twisting in the pit to maneuver his massive chest under the stream. Running wet fingers through his short blonde hair, he climbed out of the pit and took over at the pump.

Keven jumped under the cold water, shivering, and completed a similar routine. When he finished, they made their way to their accustomed place along the wall.

"Damn it! Someone's taken my blanket again!" Keven's irritation was apparent in his voice as he glanced around for his blanket. His wooden bowl and spoon sat on bare stone.

Rees tried to judge Keven's level of frustration. He was usually unflappable. "You need to figure out who did it and beat the crap out of him," he advised.

"I probably should, but I don't have much heart in it," Keven responded. "Usually if I do figure out who has it, I decide they need it more than I do. I'll just wait for the next dole."

"If you never beat anyone up for taking your blanket, it'll just keep getting stolen." Rees said. He had already been in three fights and had made a good showing for himself, coming out almost unscathed. Keven had so far managed to avoid fighting.

Keven shrugged. "It's still plenty warm. I don't need a blanket." His attention was drawn toward the far end of the room. "There's the foreman!" he said in a hushed tone.

Rees followed Keven's gaze. The evening foreman was on the iron walkway accompanied by a stout middle-aged gentleman. The older man seemed quite out of place, impeccably dressed in a purple doublet and hose with a matching plumed hat that was on the verge of preposterous, its large feather bouncing along behind it. They moved slowly along the platform, looking back and forth as if searching for someone.

"Who's the geezer I wonder?" Rees asked.

"Don't know," Keven said, not taking his eyes off them. His handsome face was tense with apprehension.

Rees watched the two men on the platform survey the room full of slaves. The slaves milled about or sat listlessly on their blankets. Some of them had been slaves their entire life and seemed to have lost the desire to do anything but sit. Some, such as Keven and himself, were recent captures.

The foreman caught Rees's eye and said something to the gentleman, lifting his arm to point. Rees quickly looked away, turning casually so that his back was to them, but he could feel eyes on him still.

"Shit! They're looking at me aren't they?" It was never good for a slave to be singled out.

"Yes, they are!" Keven said slowly, his agitation apparent as he turned to face Rees, no longer watching the men on the platform.

"Hey Blondie! Blondie!" Rees heard the foreman call out in thickly accented Endoran.

His heart went to his throat. He was one of the few blonde slaves. Not only that, but the foreman had spoken his language, Endoran. Most of the slaves spoke Kreoley. It wouldn't do any good to ignore the foreman; it would just make him mad. Rees turned and looked up at the men on the walkway.

"Me, sir?" he cried, accenting his yell with a gesture.

The foreman and the wealthy man conversed briefly. The foreman nodded and motioned Rees over to the exit.

"Oh shit!" Rees' insides knotted. "Well, it's been good knowing you. I hope I see you again someday," he whispered to Keven.

Keven touched him on the arm and met his eye. "You'll be back. It's probably just a few more loads of rocks or something," he said encouragingly.

Rees wasn't so optimistic. He noticed several of the slaves cast pitying glances at him as he made his way quickly toward the exit. His apprehension grew as he stood by the door waiting. He did not want to think about the things he had heard they did to slaves. He noticed the vicinity of the door was suddenly clear. All of the other slaves had moved well away, leaving him standing alone, trying not to tremble.

Presently the door opened and a handler motioned him through impatiently. He ducked slightly to avoid hitting his head on the lintel as he crossed the threshold. As soon as he was on the other side, a hood dropped over his head and he felt a chain tighten around his neck.

The hood was suffocating. Smelling of dust and sweat, it completely blocked out all light. He started to reach up to touch the strange contraption, but his hands were grabbed roughly from behind. Someone barked orders that he didn't understand. The handler pulled his hands together behind his back and secured his wrists tightly with a leather thong. At the same time, the chain around his neck tightened. He gasped for air and gagged as the chain pulled painfully against his throat.

He had seen other slaves being led around, hooded and chained, and had observed the device. It was a sturdy eight-foot pole with a loop of chain on one end that went around the slave's neck. The chain fed back to the handler through iron rings that were screwed into the pole. The handler had complete control over the slave. He could push and pull the slave with the pole and even force him to his knees. Pulling on the chain would tighten the loop around the slave's neck to devastating effect. The hood provided additional protection, blinding a possibly dangerous slave.

The setup was most effective at keeping a slave docile and obedient. Rees wondered why they even bothered to bind his hands behind him. He was totally at the mercy of the handlers, blind and bound. His fear flared brightly.

A handler shouted orders at Rees in Kreoley. He couldn't understand the instructions, so he stood as still as possible. Shortly he felt a tug on the chain around his throat, and a harsh voice in front of him yelled, "Move!" He had learned a few words of Kreoley during his time in captivity, and this was one he recognized.

He stepped forward gingerly, trying to feel what was before him with his feet. Apparently he was too slow. The chain tightened around his throat and he was yanked forward, choking. He moved faster then, trying to trust that they would not lead him into a stone wall or piece of furniture.

They passed through several rooms and perhaps down a hallway, taking a few turns on the way. He heard voices conversing in Kreoley as they entered another room. A door clanged shut behind him and he was halted. He stood motionless, trying to control his terror. The knot in his stomach became ice cold.

He recognized the foreman's voice but couldn't understand the words. He thought at first that the second voice, high pitched and sweet, belonged to a child—a boy of ten or eleven. However, as the voice spoke and moved around, he realized that it held authority and that it was coming from someone who was taller than a child would be.

He guessed it belonged to the gentleman in the plumed hat. It was strange that an adult would have such a voice. The man barked out questions in his childish tone while he paced around Rees. The foreman answered, sounding uneasy.

Rees flinched as he felt a hand on his arm, fingers running over his muscles. The chain around his neck tightened warningly and he held himself perfectly still. An order came from the voice and he felt someone untying his breechclout. It fell about his ankles. Not good! Not good! his mind screamed at him. He could do nothing but stand still and sweat fear.

The voice continued to walk around him, making comments. It barked another order and Rees steeled himself for the unknown. He felt the hood being unclipped from the chain and lifted off his head. He stood blinking for a moment, adjusting his eyes to the relative brightness.

They stood in a bare stone room, the only furniture being a small desk and chair in the corner. There were four others in the room besides himself: two handlers, the foreman and the gentleman.

His attention went to the gentleman. He was neither tall nor short, but his presence filled the room as if he towered over everyone there. Rees noted the fineness of his velvet doublet and silk hose, the perfection of their fit on his portly frame, the overabundance of real gold trim. The purple hat sat at an angle on his head, its huge ostrich plume still flouncing behind it.

Rees's eyes widened slightly when he saw the audacity of the man's bronze codpiece. It was in the shape of a huge erect penis, complete with overlarge balls and intricate detailing. He tore his eyes away from this shocking article and looked at the man's face.

The gentleman was clean-shaven and his graying hair was pulled back neatly into a short ponytail. His broad face was expressionless. Rees guessed his age at fifty. He must have been handsome in his youth, but now his jowls sagged and the skin under his eyes bunched into folds, bisected by a network of fine lines. His deep-set eyes were an intense blue and they bore into Rees with a fierceness that caused him to catch his breath. There was a flatness about his eyes, a lack of depth, a sense of something missing. A tremor ran up Rees's spine. He was sure this man was incapable of pity.

The man circled him again, still talking in his boyish lilt. When he stood once more in front of Rees, he gave him an order in Kreoley.

"I'm sorry sir," Rees said immediately, surprised that his voice sounded steady. "I don't understand Kreoley."

"Open your mouth!" The man spoke Endoran with only a slight accent.

Rees complied and the man surveyed his teeth and the inside of his mouth.

"Fine," he said still speaking Endoran. "You are a handsome slave. Very big. Nice coloring... blonde hair, blue eyes." He turned to the foreman and gave a series of instructions in Kreoley, and without a backward glance, he left the room carrying his stout frame with arrogant assurance.

Rees turned his attention to the foreman, trying to read his expression. The foreman relaxed visibly as the gentleman departed, but his face gave Rees no indication of what might come next.

Once more the hood dropped over Rees's head, shrouding him in stench and darkness. The tug on the chain let him know they were moving again. He wanted his breechclout but said nothing. He had already discovered that a handler's reaction to a question from a slave was usually a hard punch in the gut. He was led naked and vulnerable down a long series of halls.

The stone felt cool under his feet. Grass between the stones and a breath of breeze told him when they crossed courtyards. He heard tinkling fountains and people passing by as they went, and sometimes squeaks and rattles and other sounds that he couldn't place. One of the handlers led him along by the chain and pole while the other followed behind. They carried on a conversation with each other that Rees did not understand.

They walked for perhaps ten minutes. Rees grew used to the pace and quit worrying about running into something. Too late, he realized the voice in front of him was coming from below, and the angle of the chain around his neck had changed.




Sex Slave Ch. 01



He stepped forward onto nothingness and cried out as he felt himself falling. Unable to break his fall because his hands were still bound behind him, he managed to twist around and land shoulder first. His head slammed hard onto stone and his feet flew past his head. He would have continued to tumble down the stairs but was brought up short by the choke chain around his neck. It tightened abruptly and painfully, stopping his fall. The handlers, now behind him, yelled angrily.

His throat was crushed by the chain, which very effectively cut off his air supply. He opened his mouth and rasped. Panic slowly built in him; within moments his body insisted on immediate air. He tried to scream at his handlers, to beg them to help him, but he was incapable of making a sound. The handlers were laughing. He felt his body spasm in shock and darkness hovered close.

Just as his consciousness started to slip away, the handler loosened the chain. He sucked in a great gulp of air. Relief! He sat on the stairs gasping, his head pounding. His captors laughed and chattered back and forth at each other, no doubt at his expense.

Anger flared suddenly within him. "You fuckers!" he gasped out.

Immediately there was a foot in the middle his back, and he felt himself propelled down the stairs again. Once more he fell without opportunity to protect himself, and once more his fall was stopped by the chain at his neck. It wasn't as bad as the first time but bad enough. He was close to passing out again by the time they loosened the chain for him.

This time he sat docilely, panting while they jeered at him and goaded him. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but their tone was clear. He wasn't going to give them any more excuses to choke him. He stayed silent, head down, sucking air into his lungs.

It didn't take them long to decide that he was well enough to travel again. He lurched to his feet at their command and carefully felt his way down the rest of the stairs. They let him go slowly, perhaps tired of torturing him, perhaps in a hurry, not wanting to waste time waiting for him to recover from another fall.

After several minutes of walking, they came to a halt, and the handler in front carried on a conversation with someone. Presently Rees became aware that the two handlers who had chaperoned him thus far were leaving, and the control device was given over to a third handler. The thong was removed from his hands and he rubbed them together, fingers tingling as the blood flowed back into them. He could feel the indentations where the leather had bitten into his wrists.

The new handler took up a position behind him and, with a nudge from the pole, he began walking again. The handler seemed to have expert control over him even from the rear and propelled him along at a quick pace down another long maze of stone corridors.

He could hear no one around, and he thought that maybe this was the best chance he would get to attempt an escape. His chattering fear lent him the courage to try. As he started to reach a hand up to jerk the hood and choker off his head, he heard the unmistakable sound of a whip whistling through the air. He instinctively dodged and the very tip of the whip licked his hand, causing a sharp sting. At the same time, the chain bit into his throat. He could still breathe but just barely. He decided to cooperate a while longer.

He walked meekly then, focusing on getting enough air past the tight chain to keep from passing out. At length they entered a cavernous room. The click of the handler's boots on the stone floor echoed back to them from distant walls. The handler carefully guided him down a short set of stairs and to the left. Soon he was pulled to a halt. The handler forced him to his hands and knees with the pole. He heard a door open in front of him, and the handler pushed on the pole and said, "Move!"

Rees obediently crawled forward. He sensed rather than felt the doorway on either side of him as he passed through it. He was pulled to a halt, and a boot in the middle of his back forced him to lie flat on the cool floor. In a swift movement the choking hood was yanked from his head. By the time Rees turned toward the handler, squinting against the brightness, he saw only the heavy door swinging shut.

He stood up slowly and looked around. He was alone in a very strange room.

The smooth stone walls climbed about thirty feet but they didn't connect to a ceiling. There was a ceiling hundreds of feet overhead, and a bay of windows, high along distant walls, showed the last paleness of the evening sky. The room was shaped almost like a slice of pie, with a curved outer wall connecting to two angled walls. What would have been the center point of the pie piece was cut off by a fourth wall.

Looking up over the outer wall at the wide end of the room, he saw an iron railing beyond which were rows of seating. With a start, he realized that the room was in the center of an amphitheater.

A chill shivered down his limbs as his mind wrestled to subdue a thousand creepy scenarios with him as the evening's featured entertainment. The theater was vacant, but he took no comfort in presuming that nothing would happen until an audience had gathered.

He surveyed the room with an eye to either escaping or finding a weapon. The only piece of furniture in the room was a huge iron bed covered with a white-sheeted mattress. He grimly noted iron shackles attached to the four posts of the bed.

In the floor opposite the bed was a small, tiled pool filled with steaming water. A bar of soap sat on a folded towel on the floor next to the pool. Rees crossed to the bath and poked a toe into the warm water. It felt wonderful. Why would they want him clean, he wondered.

He noticed more shackles fastened along the right-hand wall. There were two sets of five. By their positions, he guessed two for arms, two for legs, spread-eagled, and one for holding the head or maybe the neck. He sucked in a sharp breath of air and let it out with a quiet hiss. His hands were shaking. He continued his search for escape with increased urgency.

Along the inside wall was a massive fireplace, clean and empty. A bucket sat in the corner. The only other feature in the room was the door he had come through, which was in the center of the outside wall nearest the audience. He crossed to the door and tried it, finding it to be securely locked, as expected.

Looking up at the impossibly smooth, high walls, he saw that there were torches held in iron brackets at regular intervals along the top of the walls, burning brightly. He was sure the whole room was quite visible to anyone in the audience.

His first investigation having shown no means of escape, he examined everything again in more detail. The fireplace flue was covered with an iron grating that refused to budge with his exertions but was still warm, indicating that a fire had only recently been put out. On either side of the fireplace were shelves built into the rock. At first he was puzzled, thinking the setup could be for baking bread, but then he realized he had seen iron racks of bricks at the bottom of the pool that would fit nicely into the shelves. The bath was obviously heated by hot bricks coming out of the fireplace.

He checked the door again. It was solid. The sturdy bed was bolted to the floor, and there was nothing under the mattress.

He tried for a time to knock a torch out of the wall by throwing the bucket, but the torches seemed to be fastened tightly, and after many tries, the only success he had was in hooking the bucket over one of the torches. After that he had no more bucket.

He paced around the room in frustration for a time and finally sat at the edge of the pool. The water was beginning to cool but still felt great. With a sigh he lowered himself into the bath. He knew he was expected to bathe, which almost made him decide not to, but the lure of being clean was too strong.

Once he finished thoroughly washing himself with the soap, he relaxed in the pool, sitting on a small shelf that had been built around its perimeter. He wished he could enjoy this unexpected luxury, but he was too scared. He sat for a long time with warm water lapping around his shoulders and dread occupying his thoughts. He tried to think of plausible reasons for the setup, reasons that didn't involve torture and rape in front of an audience, but he could think of nothing else.

Finally, when the water was no longer a comfortable temperature, he climbed out and toweled himself off, tying the towel around his waist. Having nothing else to do, he stewed for a long time, sometimes pacing, sometimes sitting.

He could not discover or imagine a way out. No one entered or left the amphitheater and the hours passed slowly. Eventually, in spite of his great dread, weariness overcame him and he sprawled out on the enormous bed and fell asleep.

#

He was awakened by the sound of the door slamming shut. He sat bolt upright, instantly recalling where he was. Terror tore at his chest. He jumped to his feet, battle ready, focusing his attention on the person who was standing by the door.

He saw immediately that she was a naked woman and she was terrified. He relaxed slightly and stared at her.

She was gorgeous. Long dark hair fell in shining waves to her waist, mostly covering her beautiful, firm breasts. She held delicate hands in front of herself, hiding her bush. Her huge, dark eyes were glorious but wide with fright. Her lips were full, her light brown skin smooth, and her legs long and slender.

She was young—two or three years younger than he was—eighteen he guessed. As he appraised her, he felt a rush of sexual excitement course through him. It had been months since he'd been with a woman, and here was one to rival the most beautiful he'd ever seen, standing naked before him.

His cock came quickly to full attention, causing the towel around his waist to tent out.

A small noise made him glance up into the audience. Yes, there was an audience now. The gentleman with the feathered hat and the high voice stood at the railing, watching him intently. He appeared to be alone. Rees suddenly understood some of the purpose of the room. He did not want to have sex in front of this man, but he knew at once that he probably did not have a choice. Clearly this man was a voyeur. Rees decided to ignore him and focused his attention once more on the girl.

He saw that tears were running down her cheeks. She edged along the wall until she was in the corner, never taking her frightened eyes off him.

His heart went out to her. "Don't be afraid," he spoke gently. "I won't hurt you."

She said a few words to him, her voice barely a whisper. He didn't understand what she said, but the language did not sound like Kreoley.

"Are you a Kreol?" he asked her. She did not look Kreol. He had never seen anyone with her looks, so dark and exotic.

She did not reply.

"My name is Rees," he said pointing to himself.

She clearly didn't understand his words and didn't answer, but her great eyes spoke volumes. She must have been recently torn away from family and friends, forced into slavery as was he. She was living a nightmare. He noticed she was trembling.

He wanted to help her, to take her in his arms and comfort her. He could not protect her, he realized. He was a slave also and subject to the control of others. Anger and frustration surged within him.

It occurred to him that she might feel better if she could cover up. As he approached her, she shrank into the corner. He noted that she was very tall for a woman, coming almost up to his shoulder. He stopped when he was still some feet away and spoke gently to her again. "I won't hurt you. I promise I won't touch you if you don't want me to."

She eyed him mutely, seemingly paralyzed with fear.

Without thinking about how she might react to his nakedness, he pulled the towel off his waist and moved forward to hand it to her. She let out a shriek, her eyes fixed on his huge, hard cock.

I'm such an idiot! Quickly he tossed the towel toward her, spun around, and took a few steps away.

"I'm sorry," he said over his shoulder, his voice husky. "I cannot help that. You are very beautiful and I am... very much attracted to you."

He stood quietly for several minutes before he dared to turn partially and look at her over his shoulder.

She had wrapped the towel around herself, and was hugging herself tightly. She was still wedged into the corner and her face was full of fear, but tears no longer flooded down her cheeks.

"That's better," he said. He squatted on the floor and turned sideways, so he could see and speak to her while concealing his private parts with his thigh and arm. She seemed to relax a little once he was no longer standing.

"Rees," he said, pointing to himself. He pointed at her.

"Arriene," she whispered, pointing to herself. Her voice had a musical lilt.

God, she was breathtaking!

He could not keep his eyes from wandering down her body. The towel barely covered her. He longed to run his hands up her long slender legs. Her skin was the color of coffee with cream, her hair a cascade of ebony, flowing over graceful shoulders. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, with an aquiline nose and strong chin. Her large dark eyes were intelligent and vulnerable at the same time.

He stayed where he was for some minutes and talked to her quietly even though she didn't speak Endoran. She calmed down and the trembling in her hands stilled. After some minutes she even gave him a tentative smile. Eventually his knees started to cramp and he had to stand up. She let out a whimper as he did so, her expressive eyes flickering back and forth from his fully aroused penis to his face.

He turned to face her, taking a few steps back. "I won't hurt you," he said, speaking softly and turning his palms upward. "Yes, I would obviously love to make love to you, but I won't if you don't want me to." He desperately wanted her. His balls ached with desire.

"Actually you will, whether she wants you to or not!" came a childish voice from the audience. Rees glanced up to see the wealthy man still standing at the railing. His eyes glittered with a cold excitement.

Arriene let out a small squeal of fear and started to cry again.

"Now see, you've upset her!" Rees said, irritation edging his voice.

The man at the railing raised his hand and Rees saw at once that he was holding a long, wicked whip. With a quick expert movement, the man caused the whip to snake toward Rees. Rees jumped back and the whip cracked sharply in the air an inch away from his bare chest. He could feel a small rush of wind tickle him where the lash might have landed. Fear flowed as heat through his body, leaving his chest on fire.

"That was just a warning. You will always address me as Master, and you will never use that tone with me," the man at the railing said calmly.

"Yes Master!" Rees replied immediately, using his most respectful tone.

"Kneel, slave!"

Rees lost no time in scrambling to his knees. He bowed his head as he'd seen other slaves do.

"What is your name, slave?"

"Rees, Master," Rees said without looking up.

"Rees." He said it quietly, almost menacingly and the hairs stood up on the back of Rees's neck. "The only reason you are not screaming in pain right now from the sting of my lash is because you are very new here. You don't even know who I am, do you?"

"No, Master."

"I am your owner and your master. I own this estate and all that is here. My name is Rim. You may call me Master, however, you are not to speak to me unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Rees had already guessed that this man was the owner of the estate, but hearing it confirmed brought an onslaught of memories of the stories he had heard about the man. He fought to banish the grisly visions and swallowed a bit of bile that came up in the back of his throat.

"Now bring the girl to the bed where I can see her better, and get on with it," Master Rim commanded.

"Yes sir, uh, Master," Rees responded. He climbed to his feet and approached the girl who was still trying to become one with the wall.

She started to whimper as he came close. He took her arm and pulled gently. She shrank away from him, repeating a foreign word over and again.

"Come please," he begged her, looking into her eyes. He pulled more firmly on her arm.

She turned away from him, hiding her face, and trying to brace herself in the corner.

"You don't have all day," the childish voice from the audience said. "I want her on the bed now! And take that towel away from her. I want to see her body."

Rage exploded within Rees. Couldn't he see how frightened she was? He glanced up at the madman. Of course, he can see, Rees realized. He doesn't care.

Rees caught sight again of the long whip in the man's hand, and fear quickly overcame his rage. He scooped the girl up in his arms. She was light and seemed fragile. She did not fight him but began to cry and plead, her beautiful face marred by distress. He spoke to her softly as he carried her over to the bed and laid her down carefully. Tugging gently on the corner of the towel, he whispered, "Master Rim says you need to give this up."

She grabbed his hand and begged him. She was close to hysteria, her dark eyes wide with terror. Sympathy overwhelmed him. He had never thought to force himself on a woman. His parents had instilled in him respect for all and gentleness with the fairer sex. In spite of his lust and his fear of Master Rim, he could not rape her. He left her the towel and stepped away from the bed, turning to face his master.

He was furious with this man but also terrified. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head.

"Slave! What is your problem?" Master Rim demanded.

Rees struggled to keep his tone contrite, respectful. "Master, I am very sorry. I cannot rape her."

"You are disobeying me?" His master's voice was incredulous. Rees risked a quick glance up at the man and saw his face darken with anger. His wild eyes burned into Rees with a consuming fury. Rees's insides froze. His rational mind screamed at him to prostrate himself, to throw himself down on the floor and beg forgiveness for his brief madness; he had no choice but to rape the girl. However, the part of his mind that was ruled by his emotions prevailed. He did nothing.

"Make love to her now!" Rim commanded.

Make love? Rees thought. There would be no love to it. It would be brutal rape.

He glanced at the girl on the bed. She was curled into a tight ball, her face hidden, shivering. A surge of anger burned brightly in him, momentarily overcoming his fear.

He looked up at Rim and simply said, "No!"

Rim's face lost its rage, becoming blank and emotionless, and somehow that was worse. He clapped his hands and a slave appeared at his side. Rim said something quietly to the skinny boy who immediately nodded and ran off.

Rees wondered if he'd just signed his own death warrant. His chest felt as if it were bound tightly with heavy straps, making it difficult to breathe. He held himself perfectly still and stared at the floor, waiting for his doom. Cold sweat trickled down his back.

Presently Rees heard the door open and his frozen insides turned into a puddle on the floor. He watched as three handlers entered. One of them carried the choking hood and the other two carried whips. Rees did not fight them and they hooded him efficiently, pulling tight on the choke chain, cutting off his air.

Dragging him to the wall with the shackles, they pushed his face roughly against the stone and pulled his arms out and up. Cold iron shackles were clamped around his wrists and ankles. The handler operating the choking hood jerked harder on the chain, and Rees gagged, his eyes watering with pain. By now he was completely out of air. He tossed his head and pulled against the chain in panic. The handler laughed and with a quick movement pulled the choking hood off his head.




Sex Slave Ch. 01



Rees drew great breaths of air into his lungs and sagged against the wall in relief. The stone was cool and rough against his bare chest. He could hear his heart pounding. He knew the real punishment would start now, and he prayed it would be over quickly.

Looking to his left he could see Arriene out of the corner of his eye. She was still on the bed, sitting up and staring at him. Her young face reflected the terror that he felt. He turned the other way and saw Rim close at the railing, whip in hand, smiling grimly in anticipation. He blanched and turned back toward Arriene.

"This is for insubordination," he heard Rim say matter-of-factly in his high-pitched voice. Rees heard the whip whistle through the air toward him. He cringed, hiding his face in his arm. The pain, when it arrived, was worse than he imagined it could be. It felt as if someone were branding him across the back with a long hot branding iron. He screamed, and the pain and the scream went on long after the whip was silent. Finally he sucked in a huge breath and clamped his jaw shut.

"Did you enjoy that?" the man at the railing asked. "Are you ready to obey me now? Will you make love to the girl?"

Rees took several quick breaths. The pain was excruciating and he wasn't sure he could speak. Finally he gasped out, "I cannot rape her, Master."

He heard he swish of the whip as it snaked toward him again, and this time he started screaming even before it touched him. The pain was as bad as the first lash had been, and as soon as his scream was over he heard himself begging, "Oh God, no! Please, Master! No more!"

"Will you obey me now?" the madman asked. His voice held smug satisfaction.

Rees quieted. There was only pain now. He pressed his face against the cool stone and closed his eyes.

"Answer me!" the man demanded.

"Master! I will do almost anything you ask!" Rees cried in desperation. "But I cannot rape. I'm sorry!" He was almost sobbing. The girl on the bed was sobbing.

The whip tore through his skin again with a solid crack that was almost drowned out by his screams of agony. His whole back felt like it was on fire. He wasn't sure how much more he could take without agreeing to rape the girl. He wasn't sure how much more he could take without passing out.

He waited for the question to come again, and instead he heard the whistle of the whip once more.

"No!" he screamed, his fingers clawing at the rough stone as if he could dig himself into the wall and escape. The whip cracked but it did not bite into his skin. Instead the girl let out a blood curdling scream, followed by another and another. Her screams tore through his soul.

He opened his eyes to see that Arriene was curled up on the bed in agony. A long red welt marred her perfect thigh.

Rees was horrified. "No, stop!" he shrieked. "Stop! Please stop, Master! I'll do anything you want!"

The whip did not whistle again, and the girl's screams turned to sobs. "Master, I'm sorry!" Rees said again. "I'll do what you want."

The cold childish voice questioned him. "You'll make love to her now?"

"Yes, Master," Rees heard himself answer.

"You'll find it does no good to disobey me. I always find a way to get what I want. You can save yourself a lot of pain by immediately doing exactly what I tell you."

"Yes Master." Rees could feel tears flowing down his cheeks and wondered how long he'd been crying.

"I want to make sure you don't forget this lesson," Master Rim said softly, and Rees knew there would be more pain soon. The whip whistled again and again as Master Rim tore savagely into Rees' back. Rees screamed and begged and screamed some more.

Unfortunately, time slowed down for Rees. Even though he was pretty sure the strokes were coming quickly and steadily, he had time between each lash to fully feel the effects of the last lash and dread the next one.

He had never experienced such pain.

Then suddenly, it was over. The whip no longer wailed, and the only sounds Rees heard were Arriene's sobs mingled with his own soft moans. He heard Rim give an order in Kreoley and the handlers moved close to unshackle him.

Is that it? Rees wondered. Is he done torturing me? He had received perhaps twelve strokes from the lash. Even though his back was an inferno of pain, he had expected more.

After he was released, he lowered his arms slowly but stayed leaning against the cool wall, eyes closed. Movement seemed beyond his capabilities.

"Slave Rees!" the shrill voice called.

Gathering his strength, Rees turned away from the wall and dropped to his knees, facing the man at the railing. He kept his head bowed in deference. He noticed the handlers were gone.

"You will make love to her as you agreed?"

"Yes Master," Rees replied, glancing over at the girl who was still sobbing quietly on the bed, her face buried in the crook of her arm. The wound on the back of her thigh was long and wicked. Even rape couldn't be as bad as being beaten with that whip, he reasoned.

"You are still capable?" Rim questioned.

Rees realized that Rim was referring to his limp cock. The pain had completely taken away his hard-on.

"As soon as the pain subsides a bit, yes," he answered.

"Here!" Rim tossed something toward him and he caught it instinctively. It was a small jar.

"That salve will help with the pain and will guard against infection," the man said.

"Thank you sir... Master," Rees said, unnerved by this apparent kindness.

His thoughts turned toward the upcoming encounter with Arriene. He understood he had no choice, but something deep within him still balked at hurting her, at forcing himself into her while she screamed and struggled. He wanted time with her. He wanted to be able to soothe her fears and ease her gently into lovemaking, the way it was supposed to be.

"Master..." he said before he could catch himself. As soon as he realized he had spoken without permission, he was horrified. So soon after punishment and he had already broken another rule. I will not live very long as a slave. He held his breath, expecting the whip to whistle toward him and slash his chest or his arm or his face.

There was a long silence. Finally he dared to look up at the man at the railing.

"You've been crying," his master observed, a small smile playing about his lips.

"Yes Master, sir," Rees replied, bewildered.

"What do you want, slave?" the man asked. His voice and face held no hint of what he might be thinking, what he might be about to do.

"I think the girl has never done it before," Rees said.

"What?"

"I... I think she's a virgin. Could you give us some time, and... and maybe some wine or something?" Rees cringed inwardly as heard himself speak. He could not believe he had asked for wine.

Rim burst into laughter. It was a macabre sound that sent a shiver down Rees' spine.

Rim stopped laughing abruptly and stared at Rees without speaking for several long seconds. Rees's heart was booming so loudly in his ears, he wondered if his master had spoken and he'd missed it.

Finally Rim said, "All right, slave. I will indulge you."

Rees was dizzy with relief, or perhaps with pain. He understood Rim was not going to flog him to death—at least not yet.

"I am out of time right now anyway," the man continued. "I will be back in three hours. You are to wait for me to come back before you take her. If I return and discover the deed is done, you will beg for death."

"Yes sir, Master," Rees replied. Those instructions were quite clear.

Rim moved away from the railing and disappeared from sight.

As Rees climbed slowly to his feet, he realized that he was shaking all over. He sat quickly down on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

The girl looked at him, her large eyes frightened and glassy with pain. Rees showed her the jar of salve in his hand. "Let me put this on you," he said. "It will make you feel better."

He knew she didn't understand his words, but she looked at the jar and her pain must have been greater than her fear because she shifted around, exposing the wound on her thigh to him.

Rees' stomach flip-flopped as he looked closely at the cruel welt on her leg. The top layers of skin had been sheared off, and blood was leaking slowly into the long wide wound. He knew his back must look the same. He dipped his fingers into the jar and softly touched the salve to the edge of her welt. She whimpered and clutched the sheet tightly, turning her face away from him.

He applied the salve as gently as he could. She cried out only once. Her skin was creamy and her legs were warm and smooth under his fingers. He longed to let his hand linger, to lift the towel to expose her beautiful bottom, to slide his fingers into the warmth between her thighs. His hormones raged. He controlled himself and pulled his hands into his lap when he finished.

"Is that better?" he asked. "Does it help?"

She turned to look at him, her long dark hair sliding across her shoulders. She said something softly. He smiled at her.

He dipped his fingers once more into the jar and started rubbing the cream onto his own back, at the very bottom where he could reach. She sat up abruptly and the towel fell away, exposing exquisite breasts. Blushing deeply, she snatched it up and tucked it around herself again.

Taking the jar from him, she began to apply the cream to his wounds. The application was painful but the salve lessened the pain immediately.

Her touch was gentle and he could smell a sweetness in her hair. The knowledge that he would surely make love to her soon drove all other thoughts from his mind. His cock swelled and he tried to focus on the pain in his back rather than the fire in his loins. Three hours seemed like a long time.

She finished administering to him and moved quickly away.

"Thank you. That helps a lot!" he said smiling at her.

Her eyes were still full of fear. He realized she had noticed his hard-on.

They sat in silence for a while, casting shy glances at each other now and again. Rees was still perched on the edge of the bed. Arriene sat near the head of the bed with her feet folded under her. Rees's hard-on did not go away.

At length the door opened and two handlers and three slaves entered. One of the handlers held the choking hood and the other carried a long whip. Fear tightened Rees' chest as he eyed the whip. It did not look as wicked as Master Rim's whip, but he had no wish to find out.

Two of the slaves carried wood which they brought over to the fireplace, and they set about starting a fire. The other slave pushed a wheeled cart covered with a white cloth over next to the bed. The two handlers shadowed the slave with the cart, and both of them leered at the partially clad girl on the bed. One of them grinned at Rees when he saw his hard on, and said something in Kreoley.

Rees wasn't sure what he'd said, but he knew it was lewd. Anger flared in him and he jumped to his feet. The handler with the whip raised it and called a warning to Rees. Calm down! Calm down! Rees told himself. He raised his hands slowly in front of himself in a gesture of passivity as he sank back down on the edge of the bed.

The handlers goaded him then. He was glad he did not know what they were saying, but they were obviously disparaging the girl. She looked at the floor and her face turned scarlet with shame.

Fury raged within Rees. However, the handler with the choking hood was standing close with the device at the ready. It was not a stretch for Rees to imagine himself hooded, choked and whipped for doing no more than he had already done. He kept his emotions under control and endured the humiliation in silence.

When the slaves finished building the fire, one of them jumped into the small pool. He fished out the cages of bricks, and the other two slaves placed them into the shelves in the fireplace to reheat. When they had finished, slaves and handlers departed together, the last handler casting a final leer and derogatory comment as he closed the door behind them.

As soon as they were gone, Rees exploded, "Those bastards!" He clenched his fists and seethed.

Arriene's eyes widened and she shrank away from him.

He took a deep breath and unclenched. "I'm sorry," he said. "I wish I could have done something." He smiled at her reassuringly. She smiled back hesitantly.

Arriene climbed out of the bed. Keeping a distance between herself and Rees, she approached the cart and swept the cloth cover away. Rim had been good to his word and then some.

The cart was fully laden. Not only were there two decanters of wine, one white and one red, there were many covered dishes. The china was exquisite, hand-painted in black and gold and teal, with a scene of sea birds diving into the ocean. At one end of the cart, matching plates and bowls waited for use. Silverware and crystal goblets sparkled, reflecting the torchlight. There was even a silver candelabrum with real beeswax candles next to it.

Rees had never seen such finery. He stared at it in awe.

The girl barely glanced at the cart. She busied herself turning the white cloth into a dress, wrapping it completely around herself above her breasts, and tying it again in the front. It hung down to just above her knees. She smiled at Rees shyly and handed him the towel. He did not mind being naked in front of her, but he tied the towel around his waist, as that is what she apparently wanted. His stiff cock was still obvious, poking forward under the cloth.

An enticing aroma filled the air and Rees was suddenly ravenous. They both set about discovering what it was that smelled so delicious. The meal was magnificent. There was a platter of cold shellfish with a variety of dipping sauces and a tureen of creamy mushroom soup. The main course was chicken in a savory orange sauce accompanied by brown rice and several kinds of vegetables. The freshly baked bread was still warm. There was even a plate of fruit, nuts, and fine cheeses and some kind of custard for dessert.

Rees hadn't eaten anything except slave fare in weeks. He quickly tore off a chunk of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. It was wonderful.

The girl chattered at him, scolding him, he could tell. She covered the bread up again, and rearranging the dishes, she set two places for them on the side of the cart closest to the bed. He lit the candles at the fireplace and set them in the candelabrum on the cart.

The white wine had a bouquet of ripe pear and citrus. He filled their goblets, and handing one to Arriene, he held his up for a toast. She didn't appear to be familiar with the custom and didn't seem to want any wine. She shook her head and set her goblet down on the cart.

"No, you must drink!" Rees insisted. "It will help with the pain." He pointed at her wounded leg and pushed the wine goblet back into her hand. "It will also help you relax," he said smiling, knowing she would not understand his words.

She seemed to understand his gestures, though, because she took the wine from him and smelled it. She tasted it, made a face, and coughed a little. He tasted his. It was excellent. He smiled at her encouragingly and she took another sip.

"Good girl!" he said, grinning broadly. She smiled back with one of the most beautiful smiles he'd ever seen.

She took charge of serving the food, one course at a time. They sat next to each other on the bed, not too close. Both of them fell to eating and for a long while that occupied them. The food was perfectly prepared and delicious.

When they were no longer famished, their feeding frenzy slowed and Rees talked to the girl. She spoke back sometimes. Neither of them knew what the other was saying but her eyes were expressive. She looked at him adoringly, and he guessed that she knew he was responsible for the food and maybe the reprieve. She certainly knew he'd sacrificed his back for her.

He made sure her wine goblet stayed full and she drank it obediently. After a while she started to relax and flirt with him. He smiled at her often and edged closer to her. When they finally finished eating, they simply sat next to each other on the bed, still drinking wine. They finished with the white and started on the red. It was even better than the white.

Rees wondered how much time had passed. He guessed two hours. He wanted her to be ready when Rim came back; he wasn't sure how much patience the old man would have. At the same time, he didn't want her to be ready too soon. It was already difficult not to kiss her—she was so beautiful and so close. Her nearness was driving him mad.

After a while Arriene became very giggly, obviously not used to the affects of alcohol. She began to flirt with abandon. He laughed with her and rested his hand on her toned leg. She let it stay and giggled some more. She ran her fingers down his muscled arm and said something admiringly.

He shifted closer to her, close enough to feel the warmth of her thigh next to his. Their eyes met and he saw desire in hers. He was conscious of his rock hard cock straining against the small towel around his waist.

She glanced down and, with a sly grin, reached out and yanked open his towel, exposing his erect cock. Unfettered, it bobbed a few times as if in greeting and stiffened even more. Glistening with a sheen of moisture—even Rees had to admit—his cock looked magnificent.

She stared at it for a moment, as if awed. Reaching out, she touched it tentatively in the middle of the shaft. At her touch a thrill raced through him and he let out a small gasp. She colored and pulled her hand away, shocked by her own behavior, he guessed.

He laughed and grabbed the edge of her makeshift dress, pulling on it gently. She folded her arms protectively about her chest, but she did not pull away from him. Her eyes teased him. He leaned down and kissed her pouty lips, softly, sweetly.

She kissed back with a passion that surprised him. Soon her arms twined around his neck and her lean, warm body pressed against his. He kissed her with fervent desire, completely lost in the sensation of her lovely mouth pressing urgently against his. He sucked gently on her bottom lip, and she gasped with pleasure and dug her nails into his arms.

He pushed her softly back onto the bed and she didn't resist. He moved on top of her still lost in her passionate kisses. He was acutely aware of his nakedness, his stiff member poking against her bare thigh, acutely aware of her near nakedness. He ran his hand down her lithe body and slipped it up under the cloth, exposing her beautiful thighs as he slid his hand up the outside of her leg.

He could see the darkness of her bush, barely visible at the edge of her dress. His full hard-on was only inches from her exposed pussy. His breath came in sharp gasps, and even though he had not entered her yet, he felt close to orgasm. He was delirious with desire.

She let out a frightened whimper and it was enough to break into his awareness. He realized her delicate hands were on his chest, trying to push him away. Her eyes were wide with fear.

He pulled away from her immediately and jumped out of bed. Turning his back to her, he leaned both hands on the cart, head down.

"Arriene, I am so sorry!" He was flooded with guilt and horror. He had completely lost control of himself. If she hadn't stopped him he would be fucking her already! He took slow, calming breaths.

"I am so, so sorry," he apologized again. "Please forgive me."

He felt very shaken. He had almost taken Arriene without her permission. He never would have forgiven himself.

And Master Rim! He had come close to disobeying his master's explicit instructions. "Pray for death... " Master Rim had said. I will surely be a dead man soon if I don't learn some control.

Arriene said nothing and he was afraid to look at her. He stood for several minutes wallowing in guilt and fear. Finally his loins were no longer on fire, although his cock was still erect. He noticed the flames in the fireplace had died down to embers, and even though the night was warm, he went over and stoked the fire until it was blazing again.




Sex Slave Ch. 02



Jill had enjoyed the last four hours with May. She was still in shock over this new development that Carl had introduced into their relationship. She just would have never thought he would have done something like this, but she had to admit so far she was enjoying it very much.

Jill had asked May if she were a lesbian just because she was so skilled in pleasing a woman and Jill could tell she really enjoyed it. May had told her that she was bisexual, enjoying both sexes, but that she preferred to pleasure a woman.

“May, how did you and Carl become acquainted?” Jill was dying to know how she and Carl had come to know each other.

“He contacted my Master through his web site Mistress.”

“Your Master? His web site? Explain to me what you mean,” Jill asked her.

“My Master has a web site where he teaches others new to the Dom lifestyle how to properly train and use their submissive’s, Mistress.”

“Come with me and show me this site May.” Jill took her to Carl’s den where the computer was and May pulled up the web site page for her to look over. Jill spent the next hour or so reading and looking over the site. She found quite a few pictures of May on there where he had used her as an example. He had been careful not to show any faces of the people he used as examples.

Jill would ask May about this picture or that and she would explain to Jill in detail about each picture. “I still don’t see how or why Carl would have contacted your Master from what I’ve seen here May.”

“He had written my Master asking him if he could possibly visit him to ask him some questions that he had, that he would rather not discuss them through the site or through email, Mistress. I did not know of this until meeting with your man and talking to him after he had visited my Master, Mistress.”

“Well, I’m still confused about this whole thing,” she told her.

“I was there the first time your man came to see my Master. All he asked him was how to go about finding a female who enjoyed being with another woman and would serve her sexually. He told him he didn’t want to find a lesbian for his mate but rather a submissive bisexual female. My Master called me into his office to meet your husband and told me to answer any questions that he had honestly. I answered all his questions as honestly as I could. My master left to see to some client he had there when your husband asked me if I enjoyed serving my Master. I told him yes. Then he asked me if I had a choice would I rather serve him or a female? I did not hesitate Mistress when I told him I would rather serve a woman. He asked me if he could talk to me in private later and he arranged to meet me at a restaurant a couple miles from my Masters home later.”

“Why would Carl have asked you your preference May?”

“My Master had me come in to use me as an example for your man. He made me obey his commands then told your man that he never let me be with other women because he knew I liked that. He told him if he was going to have a slave then he should get one who didn’t like being with women, so he could force her too anyway. He told him it was not a slave’s place to be pleasured but only to serve and give pleasure. That’s why he asked me Mistress.”

“May, we have to get something straight before we go any further? I do not want you calling me Mistress. You can call me by my name, in fact I insist on it, ok?”

“Yes Mis...I mean Jill. This will take me a little time to get used to Jill.”

“That’s ok May, I just prefer that we are on a first name basis.” Just then the phone rang, Jill knew it was Carl and told May to go back to the bedroom and wait for her.

“Hi honey, so how’s it going? Are you enjoying your time with May,” he asked her?

“Yes, dear I am. Whatever made you think of this Carl? I’m not complaining mind you, but what made you think of this?”

“Jill, I love you, you know that, and I would do anything under the sun to make you happy.”

“Honey I know that, I’m just confused as to why you have done this,” she told him.

“You need sexual contact often Jill and I’m not always there to give it to you. I don’t want you frustrated or unhappy while I’m gone on these trips. The idea just came to me one night when I was trying to figure out some way to make sure you had all the intimacy you needed while I’m gone on these trips.”

“Carl.....I love you, you do know that don’t you? If you did this because you were afraid that I might leave you because you’re gone so much, your mistaken honey.”

“I know that babe, I just wanted to give you something to pleasure you while you waited for me to return from my trips.”

“Ok, then I must thank you for your very wonderful gift!”

He could hear the happiness in her voice and knew this had been a good idea. “I’ll call you tomorrow night when I get into Denver. I love you Jill.”

“I love you too honey, I’ll talk to you tomorrow night then, be careful and hurry home babe.”

Jill went back to the bedroom and told May they were going to go downstairs and fix some lunch and talk. She made them both a fruit salad and a turkey sandwich on a croissant. Both women were still naked and Jill found she rather liked the idea of them both running around the house naked.

“I’m not sure exactly how this works May so your going to have to fill me in on some details. I take it you must live somewhere in the area is that correct?”

“Yes, I live about 8 miles from your home.”

“Are you married? I assume that you work as well so your time is limited, correct?”

“I’ve been divorced for five years. I live alone and I’m a registered nurse. We work 12 hour shifts four days a week and get three off. My days off are, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday’s. As far as time goes, it depends on how often you would like my company. I’m willing to come over after work if you like anytime.”

Jill had been listening to everything May was saying, but she was also getting very aroused again. Jill had touched Beth a few times when she had joined her and Carl, but like May, she preferred to give, so Jill never really did any exploring of her own. Looking at May, across the table from her was making her hunger to do some pleasuring of her own.

Jill stood up and walked over to stand behind May. She reached over her shoulders, letting her hands caress each of her breasts. May’s nipples became instantly hard and erect as Jill played with them. Jill teased her nipples for some time before telling May to stand up.

Jill stayed behind May, teasing her nipples. She kissed the back of her neck, letting her tongue dance over her skin. She moved her right hand down to her stomach, lightly caressing her. She removed her left hand from her breast and now trailed her fingernails lightly down May’s arms and back up again moving across her shoulders stopping at the base of her neck.

Jill placed little kisses all along her shoulders, down to her shoulder blades and all the way down the center of her back. Jill ran her fingertips lightly over May’s back and down her sides. She could feel May’s body tremble as she caressed her. Her fingers lightly danced over the cheeks of her ass. Jill let one finger slide lightly up the crack of her ass, hearing May gasp as she had.

“Spread your legs slightly May,” she told her.

May did as she was told, she remained motionless as Jill’s fingers teased her body.

Jill kept caressing her ass cheeks, grabbing a handful and squeezing them. Jill moved a little to the left of May so she could reach around in front of her and caress her left breast, playing with her nipple. She would roll it between her thumb and forefinger, then tug it gently, pinching it lightly. 

She heard May’s intake of breath as she played with her nipple. Jill was every bit as aroused as May was at this point. She let her finger trail down the crack of her ass going forward till she had her finger in her wet pussy. Jill slipped her finger into May’s cunt and began to finger fuck her slowly. May’s body was shaking, and her breathing was more shallow now with quick little nervous breaths.

Jill kissed the side of her neck, her left hand had moved over to May’s right breast and was caressing it as she had done to the left one. Her finger found May’s pleasure bud and began to rub it. She rubbed slow circles all over her bud, pressing a little harder and rubbing a little faster as May’s body began to quiver while her pussy pressed against Jill’s probing finger.

Jill moved around in front of May and quickly got her finger back at her clit. She stopped long enough to let her fingers slip inside her cunt, fucking her with her fingers. Jill leaned down to her breast and took her nipple in her mouth. She licked and sucked it as May groaned in her pleasure. She tugged her nipple between her teeth, lightly letting her teeth rake across her nipple then she sucked it hard and deeply. 

Jill took her mouth from her tit, and reaching up with her left hand she brought May’s mouth to hers. Her tongue raped her mouth as her fingers were now doing to her very wet pussy. Jill’s own pussy was dripping wet with her excitement. She pulled her head more firmly into her kiss, May kissing her back just as deeply. This really turned on Jill, kissing and being kissed by another woman. It was the whole taboo of it that made it so thrilling.

Jill took her fingers from May’s pussy to rub her clit. May’s clit was now very hard and extended and Jill knew she would be bringing her to climax at any moment. She broke away from the kiss. “You like that don’t you May, your pussy is dying to come and your clit is begging for more.”

“Yes, oh god, please don’t stop Jill I’m going to come.”

“Jill pulled her head forward again to accept her kiss. Her finger was rubbing her clit faster and she could feel May’s body tense and surge forward as her orgasm overtook her. May had reached out for Jill grabbing her arms just as her orgasm came. Her body shook from the force of her orgasm.

Jill was so sexually charged up by this new experience she didn’t give May any time to come down from her orgasm. She turned her around to the table telling her to lay down on it with her legs spread.

Jill sat down in front of her, pulling her legs up and over her shoulders, her arms wrapped around her thighs as she leaned forward to lick her pussy. Jill had never ate another woman’s pussy but she wanted to very badly right now. She spread May’s pussy lips giving her better access to her still swollen and sensitive clit. Jill licked all around the lips, lapping up her nectar. She let her tongue lick and caress her all around her clit, pressing into it as she licked it. She got her bud in her mouth and began sucking it. May was squirming and making all kinds of noise as she sucked her clit.

Jill sucked and licked her clit enjoying the feel of it in her mouth. Her pussy was dying for some attention but she had to bring May to orgasm again before she would make her take care of her needs. May’s legs tightened around her neck as her hips lifted when she came the second time. Jill licked up every bit of her cum before standing up and telling May it was her turn.

They exchanged places and May brought Jill to orgasm twice before May told her they were going back upstairs.

Jill didn’t waste any time, she was so turned on that she didn’t want to miss one minute of exploring this new intimacy she was sharing with May. She told her to lay on her back with her legs spread while she got into her toy drawer getting out her big 9 inch dildo.

“I’ve always wanted to use a dildo on another woman,” she told her as she slowly inserted it into May. She went slowly at first, feeling the wet between her own legs growing. She slid the huge dildo back and forth into May’s pussy watching as it would almost disappear inside her. 

May was enjoying this, she loved to be fucked, but she very seldom got to be with a woman who would fuck her with a dildo. Jill was shoving it in deeper and faster and May loved it. She enjoyed how it filled her pussy pressing against her cervix with each inward stroke. Jill had her finger on her clit now, pressing and rubbing it while she fucked her with the dildo. May knew she would come again quickly, and she could feel it building up to climax with each stroke of the dildo.

Jill was enthralled watching the dildo fucking her as she slid it in and out of her faster now. May began to tense up, her hips lifting and pressing toward the strokes of the dildo. Her orgasm was every bit as much as the first one when Jill got her off by rubbing her clit to climax.

“Would you like me to fuck you with a dildo now Jill,” she asked her?

“You bet I would, my pussy is in some serious need of a good fucking,” she told her.

They exchanged places again, only May didn’t immediately get between her legs to use the dildo on her as she thought she was going to do. She watched as May went to her bag and took out a strap on with a dildo just as big as the one she had just used on May. She watched in fascination as May got into it coming to the bed and kneeling between Jill’s spread legs.

May grabbed a pillow slipping it under Jill’s ass, lifting her cunt up to an easier height for fucking with the pleasure toy. She lifted Jill’s legs up, pressing them back into her chest as she got into position to fuck her. She held the dildo in her hand and rubbed it back and forth over Jill’s clit. She slipped it inside her cunt to get it nice and slick with Jill’s juices. It slid in nicely, filling her pussy to the max. 

She began a slow steady fuck, with long and short stokes. She loved to fuck a woman like this, May had often wondered if she were really a man living in a woman’s body because she loved to be with women more than a man, and fucking one with a strap on always turned her on. She increased her tempo, watching Jill’s facial expressions change from feeling good to extreme pleasure.

“Jill get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind, please.”

You didn’t have to ask Jill twice, this was her favorite position to be fucked anyway. 

May slipped the dildo back into her pussy and began fucking her again. She fucked Jill a long time that way, bringing her to climax twice. She was still fucking Jill, not giving her pussy a rest wanting her to come again for her. She licked her middle finger getting it nice and wet and slipped it inside her ass as she fucked her. 

Jill moaned in her pleasure as May fucked her pussy with the strap on and her ass with her finger. “Oh shit May I’m going to come again,” she told her pressing her ass back against the dildo fucking her. 

May increased her speed, just as Jill’s orgasm began May stopped with the dildo deep inside her but increased her finger fucking of her ass. Jill actually screamed when she came, it was so intense.

Jill lay face down onto the bed, catching her breath and letting her body come down from the pleasure she had just received. May had lay down beside her also coming down from their sexual high. “Why don’t we go take a shower, and go out to dinner,” Jill told her? I think we are going to need to refuel our body’s May, it’s going to be a very long night....”

Jill had all kinds of things running through her head as they showered. She was thinking of all the ways she and May could share in their pleasures.....not to mention all the ways she was thinking of May giving pleasure to Carl when he came home........She was sure she was going to enjoy her “sex slave,” for a very long time.........



Sex Slave Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Charise

This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

All characters engaging in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

Many thanks to editor Lin Hall for his excellent suggestions.

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Warning: this chapter contains explicit descriptions of violence, torture and sex. Please read it at your own discretion.

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A cold terror grew in the pit of Keven's stomach as he subtly scrutinized the strange man with the high-pitched voice. There was something very odd about this man—a wrongness that seeped out and manifested itself in his mannerisms, in the tone of his voice, in his choice of words. Keven was certain that this man was without compassion, without remorse, without any semblance of humanity.

Master Rim regarded Keven intently, but no emotion showed on his face. It was as if he were examining an interesting insect before he began to pull its legs off.

Keven shuddered inwardly, fighting to maintain an aspect of tranquility. Why had he talked Rees into getting him into this? He had been so sure of himself. So sure that he would be able to bargain with Master Rim for their freedom. He had been eager to put himself in front of this madman.

Rees had warned him, but he had not listened. He had insisted. He'd been trained in negotiations by some of the best ambassadors in his country, but nothing in his experience had prepared him for Master Rim. He had not realized the depth of their master's insanity. The madman did not care what Keven had to offer—had not even let him speak. He had immediately made clear there would be no chance of freedom for him. He would die a slave. Possibly very soon.

Keven fervently wished that he were back in the slave pens, back amongst the filth and squalor, sleeping on his blanket on the stone floor, clinging to the remnants of his life. Now it was too late. Keven had made a grave mistake—he had drawn the madman's attention.

He suppressed another shudder.

The man stared at him in silence from behind the railing above him.

Keven was a specimen in a cage.

Finally he spoke again, and a chill raced anew up Keven's spine when he heard the odd, childlike voice, so incongruent with the man's middle-aged authority.

"So—Rees has pleaded your case for you, and succeeded in getting you an audience," Master Rim trilled.

"Yes, Master." Keven's voice came out in a whisper. There was not a speck of moisture in his mouth.

"You are from Endora, of course, as is he. Handsome people, you Endorans."

Keven wasn't sure how to respond to this comment. The man's face was unreadable.

"What is your name, slave?"

"Keven, Master."

"Keven?"

"Just Keven, Master. I am a slave. I need no other name." Keven cast his eyes on the floor and discovered that he was holding his breath. Was his comment out of place? Would it arouse the madman's ire?

"Just Keven," the man said quietly. "You have denounced your noble family then?"

Keven looked up sharply. How does this man know? It must be a guess. It is a reasonable deduction ... I am fluent in Kreoley and have spoken it in the slave pens.

"I am a slave," he repeated.

"A slave who has requested an audience with his master?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please forgive me, Master." Cold sweat began to trickle down Keven's bare back. "Return me to the slave pens and I will never ask for anything again." He dropped to one knee and bowed his head. "I will serve you well, Master."

"Already your liver has turned to piss?" the man chided in his chilling voice. "Cowardice doesn't become you, Keven. I would have expected more from one of royal birth."

Keven felt the blood drain from his face. How much has Master Rim guessed? Even Rees doesn't know I am a prince of Endora. An apology was on the tip of his tongue when he thought the better of it. Instead he looked up at the man and met his eye bravely.

Master Rim's gray hair was pulled away from his face, caught neatly at the nape of his neck in a short ponytail. His jowls sagged and dark half-moons shadowed the skin under his eyes, but his gaze was sharp, like a bird of prey. Keven sensed that nothing would escape his notice.

His portly frame was clothed in a gaudy parody of the latest fashion: a dark blue velvet doublet and hose, laced with an overabundance of gold and silver trim, and a matching plumed hat that sat at a jaunty angle on his head. The hat was incongruous. His clothing was of the finest cut and quality, obviously very expensive, but overdone, audacious. If he had worn such an outfit to the court in Endora there would have been much snickering behind his back.

Keven met the man's scrutinizing stare and it was all he could do to hold it. His discomfort was intense.

"How old are you Keven?" the man asked. His tone was condescending.

"I am eighteen, Master."

"A handsome eighteen-year-old nobleman, and still a virgin?"

Keven started. Rees told him that? He felt his face grow hot with shame.

"I find that hard to believe, Keven." The man narrowed his eyes and his glare intensified.

Keven shifted his gaze back to the floor. "It is true," he heard himself say faintly.

"So, tell me how this sad situation came about." His voice dripped sarcasm. "Tell me how, with a household no doubt full of beautiful, willing women, you ended up in this sorry state."

Keven swallowed. He did not want to tell this madman any personal details of his life. He reached for an explanation that was different from the truth. But even as he searched for something plausible, he knew that he would not be able lie to this man.

"Do you like men?" the man guessed. "You have the look."

"What?" Keven looked up startled. "No. No, I like women." What look?

"Hmmm."

There was silence for a long moment while Keven stared at the wealthy lunatic apprehensively and tried to decide what to tell him.

"Well?" the man urged.

Keven suspected the madman did not have much patience with slaves. The words tumbled quickly out of his mouth then, chasing each other in fright.

"I tried when I was fourteen!" he said. "One of the young maids who came to clean my bedroom ... we were almost ... a few more seconds and I would not have been a virgin anymore. But my father came in just then, tipped off by my older brother."

He stopped talking and took a deep breath. "That was the worst beating I've ever gotten. My father was furious with me."

"And that stopped you from trying again?" the man asked, as if daring Keven to confirm this statement.

"Well, no. When I was almost sixteen, I ... one of the girls who helped in the kitchen was very pretty, and had huge ... well ... we hid in the corner of the wine cellar one evening. Again, I was very close, but this time it was my mother who walked in on us. She had seen us sneaking off together and guessed our intentions. That was worse. I didn't try again...." he trailed off, lost in the unpleasant memory.

"Your mother had you beaten?" the man questioned.

"No. She just talked to me."

"Did she tell you about the horrible diseases, with painful boils, that you can get from sex?" The corner of the man's lips twitched. He seemed to enjoy playing with Keven.

"Yes, she said that," Keven replied slowly. Am I such a coward that I will tell this madman intimate details of my past?

Master Rim regarded him coldly, expectantly.

He took a deep breath and continued, "She also talked about the responsibility that comes with being a father and about minding people's feelings."

His mother had sent Claire away and had talked to him for more than an hour in the cool dark of the wine cellar. He had been overcome with guilt and shame, and it was much worse than the caning he had received from his father a year earlier.

"I guess she made an impression on you." It was more a statement than a question, but Keven confirmed it with a small nod.

"After that I did not try again," Keven said. "I dated, of course, girls of my own station. I even held hands with them and kissed some of them, but they were all virgins themselves, untouchable until marriage."

Keven's face was hot with shame still. He hated this man for pulling the story out of him. He had not even told Rees these details.

"And now you're a slave with no opportunity to even speak with a woman."

Keven nodded, miserable. He hoped this lunatic would be done toying with him soon.

"It is a touching tale," the madman said. He did not look touched. His expression was blank—chilling. "I am going to give you a gift, Keven."

A gift! God above! Keven did not want any favors from this man.

"I would hate for anyone to die a virgin in my slave pens. I am sure you are aware that most slaves don't live very long. I will make sure you experience the greatest pleasure on earth before you die."

Keven just stared at the man. Was he threatening to kill him, or take his virginity, or perhaps both?

"You see, I am not without compassion."

Keven barely managed not to choke at this statement. Whatever reasons Master Rim had for his gift, compassion was certainly not one of them.

"I do believe you are a virgin, of course, but Charise will know for certain."

Charise? The cold knot that had been growing in Keven's belly hardened into an iceberg of mammoth proportions. He desperately wanted to beg Master Rim to send him back to the slave pens, unscathed. But he knew he could not refuse Master Rim's gift. To even bring it up might push the madman over the edge.

"And Keven, if you have lied to me, I'm afraid I will need to do things to you that will be ... unpleasant." Master Rim smiled. It was the first expression Keven had seen on his face and it was ghastly.

Keven focused on breathing normally. His could feel his heart pounding and his head felt light. He was sure he was as pale as a ghost. He wondered how Charise would be able to tell his virginity. He fervently hoped she would not misjudge him.

Master Rees spoke again. "I have arranged a romantic interlude for you. Charise will be here in an hour or so. I suggest you clean yourself up and get dressed. Help yourself to the refreshments on the sideboard. There is some very fine brandy." He paused and gave Keven what was almost a benevolent smile. "Charise is a dear girl. I think you'll like her."

"Thank you, Master," Keven whispered. His voice had deserted him.

"I hope you don't mind if I watch," the madman said. He burst into a maniacal laughter that made every hair on Keven's body stand on end. "Of course you mind, but it doesn't matter. I'm going to watch anyway!" He moved away from the railing and disappeared from view, but Keven could hear his laugh slowly receding and he quaked in horror.

After Keven was sure that the madman was really gone, he lost no time in helping himself to the brandy. His hands shook as he poured it. He took several deep breaths to steady his nerves. The man was a raving lunatic and Keven had purposely put himself in his hands. I am such an idiot! Now I understand, Rees. I understand what you meant.

He smelled the brandy's heady scent before the liquid touched his tongue. It was sweet and thick; it burned the back of his throat pleasantly going down. The madman knew his brandy. This was some of the finest Keven had ever tasted, and he was accustomed to fine things.

The room he was in was very much as Rees had described it. At the center of a great amphitheater, it was one of probably six wedge-shaped rooms. Its high stone walls were ceilingless, affording the audience a clear view into the room. Rees had said that the only audience he had ever had was Master Rim, always standing close at the railing to watch. Keven shivered.

The room had more furnishings than Rees had mentioned. A fire blazed in the great fireplace along the inside wall and a leopard-skin rug softened the hearth. There was the large iron bed, complete with manacles at the four posts as Rees had described, but it was covered with silk sheets and a luxurious mink coverlet was draped across its foot. Keven noticed that a jacket and breeches had been laid out there for him. There was also a small mahogany table with two matching chairs, and a heavy, ornately-carved sideboard stood along the wall. Silver candelabra with tall beeswax candles graced the table and the sideboard.

A small tiled pool dominated one side of the room, and it was full of steaming water. Fluffy towels were folded on the floor next to it. Keven saw that there was also soap and some small bottles of oil in a basket near the pump. This was what he'd longed for during his months of captivity. "Hot water, soap and a towel," he had told Rees. Now he would give it up in a heartbeat to be returned dirty, but whole, to the slave pens.

He turned his attention to the sideboard. In addition to the brandy decanter and snifters, the sideboard held a bucket of champagne on ice (where had Master Rim gotten ice this far south?), crystal champagne glasses, a silver tray laden with cheeses, fruit and nuts, and a basket overflowing with small slices of bread.

The food looked wonderful. He had been living on gruel and stale crusts for months, but his stomach was churning too much for him to consider eating. Instead, he divested himself of his filthy slave breechclout, kicked it under the bed, and climbed slowly into the hot bath.

****

An hour later he was clean, dry and dressed. The clothing provided for him was missing some of the customary pieces, most notably a shirt and undergarments. The green brocade jacket fit him well and he imagined that the color matched his eyes nicely. The breeches were knee-length knickers of chocolate-brown cotton velvet, and they laced at the crotch to fit snugly. That was all he had; no stockings or shoes, nor hat had been provided. It seemed strange to him to wear such a fine jacket without a shirt, but his chest and stomach were well-muscled and he thought, perhaps, he looked sexy.

He was surprised at the butterflies that were flitting to and fro in his stomach. It was not fear of Master Rim this time he realized, but rather fear of this girl he had never met who would arrive soon to take his virginity. He was not sure exactly what it was he feared, but he acknowledged his nervousness to himself and crossed to the sideboard to pour another brandy.

A slave walked along the top edge of the walls and extinguished most of the torches, which had been placed at frequent intervals along the apex of the wall. As the slave made his round, the room slowly fell into shadow until finally it was lit by only a few flickering torches and the glow from the hearth. Keven lit the candles in the candelabra. Master Rim knew something about setting a romantic mood, he thought wryly.

He paced nervously until he realized he was pacing and forced himself to stop. A flicker of movement caught his eye, and he glanced up to see Master Rim seating himself in the front row of the otherwise empty amphitheatre. A wave of cold fear washed over him. Berating himself silently for cowardice, he settled down on the leopard skin rug in front of the fire, trying to ignore his audience.

He was reclining on the rug, staring into the flames, when he heard the door open. He jumped to his feet and turned to face the woman who had entered the room.

She paused just inside the door and they surveyed each other. Her auburn hair was swept away from her lovely face. Caught in a clasp at the back of her head, it cascaded around her bare shoulders in ringlets. Her large brown eyes held a hint of mischief that was echoed in the playful pout of her lips. Her skin glowed pale in the firelight. She was wearing a gown of burgundy silk that clung so perfectly to her figure that Keven could see the dip of her bellybutton and the hardness of her nipples beneath the fabric. The dress was held up by thin straps and the neckline plunged to a deep V, showing off the curves of her voluptuous cleavage.

Keven caught his breath. She was gorgeous enough for his dreams.

She smiled at him warmly and took a few steps forward, moving with the grace of a feline, her breasts bouncing seductively under her gown.

Keven suddenly realized he had been staring at her a moment too long. He crossed toward her. "I'm ... I'm sorry. Your unparalleled beauty has made me forget my manners," he stammered. It had been a long time since he had felt so awkward with a woman. He bowed deeply and smoothly to her and was lent assurance by the act of performing perfectly a movement he had done thousands of times. "My name is Keven."

"I am Charise," she said, affecting a dainty curtsy and proffering a manicured hand to him. She spoke Endoran, his native language, with a slight accent.

He took her cool hand in his and brushed his lips against the back of it. "Enchanted," he murmured. As he straightened up and reluctantly let go of her hand, their eyes met. Her deep brown had tawny flecks.

She smiled at him again, but he felt a question behind the smile. She's wondering why we're here, he thought. He stared at her, transfixed. How can I possibly have sex with this perfect, elegant woman? He felt his face growing hot with embarrassment.

She looked at him for a long moment and her eyes traveled downward; they took in his shirtless chest and lingered a moment on the crotch of his tight pants before they returned to his face.

Now he was sure his face was red. "Please excuse me." He turned away to hide his ill ease. Moving to the sideboard, he glanced toward her. "May I offer you some champagne?" he asked.

"I would love some," she said in a low, sultry voice. She glided across the room toward him and he could not keep from watching her curves bounce and sway under her slinky gown. A heat built in him and this time it was not all embarrassment.

He realized again that he was staring at her, and he quickly busied himself with opening the bottle of champagne. While he was doing this, she came to stand next to him. She stood very close—closer than was proper. She did not touch him, but he felt the heat of her body next to his and he smelled the spicy sweet scent of her skin.

His knees were suddenly weak and his hand started to shake while he poured the champagne. He focused on steadying his hand and missed stopping the flow in time on the second glass. The pale liquid bubbled up and over the brim, running down the stem onto the sideboard. He reached for a napkin, but she already had one in her hand.

"Here, let me get that." She smoothly wiped the wood and the stem, and handed the glass to him.

He smiled at her sheepishly. Why does she make me feel as if I'm twelve years old? Normally he would have been deep in conversation by now, laughing and joking and enjoying his date. He picked up the other glass and handed it to her.

"What are we drinking to?" she asked, holding her glass up for a toast.

To the loss of my virginity? He did not say that aloud, but the thought had come to him and tied his tongue in knots. He tried to think of something witty to say, but his mind wallowed in self-consciousness. He smiled instead and his gaze slipped from her face down to her cleavage. Her breasts were round and full, her nipples perfectly outlined against the thin fabric of her gown. A surge of sexual excitement flooded him. He opened his mouth and closed it again quickly. She was still waiting for him to suggest a toast.

"To ... um, to ... beautiful..." He intended to say "women," but in his addled, distracted state, the word that came out was "...breasts."

As soon as he said it, he was mortified. His faced blushed with a deep heat and he was about to take back what he said with a thousand apologies for being so crude. But she laughed delightedly and said, "To beautiful breasts!"




Sex Slave Ch. 02



A/N: This is non-consent. If you do not like this type of story-telling, don't read. It's pure fiction.

*****

I unstrap your panting body from the vertical leather table. You are so exhausted from my preparations that you don't even fight me once the cuffs are unclipped from your wrists and ankles. Instead, you sag into me. I chuckle as I position you on the floor. You whimper through your ball-gag as I lock metal chains around your wrists and ankles-after all, I can't leave you unbound for too long; you might begin to think freedom is near if I do such a thing. Once I am finished, you are kneeling on your hands and knees, legs spread. 

I can see you are squirming. No doubt the sex noises from the headphones still covering your ears are turning you on. I set up three small stands. Two of the stands are directly under your sagging breasts; the third is below your clit. Once they are in position, I press a button on a remote control, and the implements rise up. The three feathers, each connected securely to its stand, touch your sensitive parts. You still, not sure what is touching you yet. I press a second button on the remote, and the stands begin rotating slowly, brushing the feathers around your nipples and clit. I leave you to your devices for a moment to grab a drink of water. This is hard work, after all.

I wait about fifteen minutes before returning to you. You are squirming as much as the chains will allow you to get more friction on the feathers that are relentlessly tormenting you. Your nipples are hard, and your clit is erect, but the tantalizing instruments don't give you enough to reach any sort of release. They continue to move in slow circles around your nipples and clit, their pace never wavering. 

I set up four video cameras on tripods, one in front of your face, one between your legs, and two on either side of your breasts. I want you to be able to see what you look like later, to learn from your mistakes and whatnot. Standing up straight, I look at my masterpiece. It's picturesque, really. You look like a bitch in heat, attempting to hump the tickling feathers to find your release. I take pity on you and press a button on the remote that controls the stands. Instantly, the feathers begin pressing harder against your sensitive areas and are swirling in faster circles. Your breathing picks up, and you are humping more quickly and with more fervor than before. Your face contorts as you begin climbing to your climax. I can see the anticipation in your face-and so will you when you watch yourself on camera later tonight. But I won't allow you to get off so easily-pun intended. I stop the devices just as you were expecting to release all of your pent up frustration from the past half hour. Your groan is melodious.

I tease you a few more minutes with that routine, allowing you to reach the point right before your climax and then taking it all away to hear your glorious grumbles around your ball-gag. Once I have finished messing with you with the feathers, I put the three stands back in their cabinet along with the video cameras. I unchain you, but not before I clasp a leash and collar around your neck. I tug at the leash gently, urging you forward. Uncertain of what I want, you try to push up off the floor, but I slap your delicious ass, reprimanding you. Then it dawns on you. Slowly, hesitantly, you begin to crawl where I lead you.

I see the blush rise to your cheeks and know that you are feeling completely embarrassed by this form of degradation. I lead you up some stairs, through a hall, then up a second flight of stairs. Finally, I open a sliding glass door and lead you onto a balcony. You feel the light breeze and know you're outside. Immediately, you begin backing up, but I have closed the door already.

Although you struggle now, I easily overpower your slim form and position you how I like. Pressing you up against the glass of the sliding door, I connect one wrist to a cuff hanging in the corner of the doorway and then your second wrist in the other corner. I do the same to your ankles, so you're spread eagle and exposed for anyone to see, your backside pushed up against the glass, your front side available for the neighborhood. I tweak your left nipple, the one that is not pierced, and clip a clothespin onto it. I pull out a vibrator and slowly push it into your pussy to the hilt, leaving it on its lowest setting. 

Then I remove your blindfold. Your eyes adjust, taking in your surroundings. You're outside, on a porch on the second floor. There's a parking lot directly in front of you with a few cars in it, but no persons are out and about at this time of night. You're lucky. For now.

I take out your ball-gag, and you move your jaw about, relaxing it.

"You can scream if you want," I say, "But I doubt anything will come of it." 

I open the sliding door and reenter the room, leaving you on the porch. When the door is closed and locked once more, I can see your ass cheeks smushed against the door. So creamy and beautiful. I can't wait to play with it in an hour.



Sex Slave Ch. 03



A/N: This story is in this category for a reason. If you do not like this sort of plot line, do not read. All characters are fictitious.

*****

I find you sweating when I return to the glass door. You are squirming within your confines, the wet vibrator having slipped out of your sopping pussy some time ago. I release the clothespin from your left nipple, eliciting a scream from your lips as the rush of blood comes back into your abused flesh. I reach down and tickle your wet folds, smiling as your hips jerk forward involuntarily, your muscles clenching for anything to relieve your plight of being teased without satisfaction for so long. Once your breathing becomes ragged, your breasts heaving, your eyes closing as you feel yourself climbing to a climax, I withdraw my hands, leaving you hanging, literally.

I chuckle as I gently tug on your nipple ring. You begin throwing some rather colorful names at me, but I silence them with some duct tape. I place the collar and leash around your neck once more and unchain you from the sliding glass door.

You were lucky this night. No one saw your plight. But you might not be so lucky on other nights. In this neighborhood, no one would help you.

Being the smart college girl that you are, you remember earlier and get down on your hands and knees as I lead you inside again.

It's time to get you prepared for a little work out. I lead you back down two flights of stairs and into the room you woke up in. Directing you over to a machine reminiscent of a bike, I tap your bottom with the leather whip I have in my hands. "Up you go," I command.

Your eyes widen when you stand up and notice for the first time the rather large phallus sticking crudely up from the bicycle's seat. Shaking your head, you take a step back, but the light swish of the whip against your rear has you rethinking your initial actions. Finally, you pluck up the courage and grab the handle bars before swinging your leg around and slowly easing yourself onto the seat, the dildo sliding easily into your wet folds.

I take my time chaining your ankles to the pedals and caressing your tense legs. You have to lean forward a bit as I chain your wrists to the handle bars. I pull a small chain down from the ceiling in front of you. It stops level with your collarbone. Tweaking your left nipple, which is still sore from the clothespin, I begin to tug it up toward the chain.

"MMmmm mmm," you mumble your protests through the duct tape.

I silence you with a finger to your lips before I clip the end of the chain onto your red bud. You have to use your thigh muscles in order to ease the pain in your nipple, lifting your butt slightly off the seat. 

"Now, my dear," I say, standing next to you and gently stroking your clit to attention, "this is the first step in our work out session for this morning." I tease your nub in soft, slow circles. "We'll begin easy, as this is your first session." Your hips are unconsciously rocking on the dildo as you try to get more friction from the brushes of my titillating fingers. "So this cycle will only last forty-five minutes." I use only my forefinger to caress your elongated clit. "That's not too bad, is it?" Your ragged breath causes your breasts to heave, rattling the chain on your nipple. "I'm glad you approve." I take my hand away and hear, with amusement, a small whine escape your lips before you can stop it. "One last thing..." I produce a second small chain from bottom of the bike and attach it to your erect clit.

You let out a sharp cry and toss your head from side to side in denial as tears slip from between your eyes. 

"All right, get to!" I slash the whip against your bottom to get you started. 

As your feet begin to pedal, you realize the seat of the bike rises and falls with each cycle, pumping the phallus into your pussy. I wait a few minutes, determining from your increased panting that you are building up to a sadistically procured climax, before I tell you the final rule.

"Do not come, my cunt, or you'll have to face the dire consequences. You wouldn't want to force me to punish you, would you?" 

You cry out in frustration as you hold back the orgasm that was about to rip through you. I smile in pleasure as I witness your effort. If you keep this up, you might reap a most pleasant reward—well, most pleasant for me, anyway. 

When you begin to lag at the eight minute mark, I use the whip against your taut tummy to encourage you to keep up the pace. The two small chains twinkle deliciously as you pedal faster and faster after some more encouragement from your leather friend. I walk around you, dragging the ends of the whip gently against your ass as I go.

"Faster, my slut. I want to see that dick pump with vigor in and out of your sopping wet pussy. There you go, good job." 

Sensing no need to encourage you at the moment, I walk back to your right side and toy with the nipple ring. You whimper and plead with me with your eyes. 

"You're doing a fine job for your first time. I must commend you." I check my watch, still fiddling with your right nipple and the ring. "Only thirty more minutes to go. And then we shall advance to our next task."



Sex Slave Ch. 04



Sex Slave - 4: Annalynn, Jaylor, Timor

This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

My apologies in advance for this chapter. It contains rape scenes, explicit descriptions of non-consensual male/male sex, and has few redemptions. I wrote it because it is part of the story, and it introduces a couple of characters who we'll meet again. If you wish to skip this chapter, the rest of the story should probably still make sense.

Many thanks to editor Lin Hall for his excellent suggestions and open mind.

****

Rees's dick was hard.

Rees was a breeding slave. He had been a breeding slave for Master Rim for seven months. He still spent most days digging, cutting, and hauling rocks at the quarry, but every three or four weeks he would be removed from the slave pens and taken to Master Rim's bizarre theatre. There, in the strange wedge-shaped room with no ceiling, in the center of an amphitheatre, he would spend two days having sex with a beautiful slave girl.

Sometimes Master Rim would watch from the audience. Sometimes he would not. Once, Master Rim brought a friend to watch with him. His friend had pleasured himself while watching, but Master Rim never did. Occasionally Master Rim spoke with Rees, usually either at the beginning or end of his session. Rees feared this man more than he had feared anything in his life and their discussions always left him quivering. Master Rim was ruthless, volatile, and clearly insane.

Rees had not been whipped since that first time, but he knew it was always a possibility. Master Rim did not need a reason to whip him. Indeed, he believed Master Rim would not hesitate to kill him if it suited his fancy that day.

Although the slave girls he was paired with were always beautiful, none compared with Arriene. No one ever could. He kept hoping he would see her again, but there was little chance of that. His friend Keven had reported to him that Master Rim said she was too smart to breed with him—and their baby would be smart.

Rees quailed at the thought of fathering slaves. His first time, with Arriene, he had not given it much thought, but once he realized that his main purpose as a breeding slave was to impregnate these women with his seed, he became much less enthusiastic. It dismayed him beyond grief to think that he would have sons and daughters he would never know, and that they would grow up in misery as slaves to Master Rim.

His master had made it clear. Rees's choice was to father slaves or to die a slow painful death. He chose to father slaves, but he hated himself for it.

Today, as he languished in the bathing pool in his room in the arena, waiting for his partner to arrive, his cock swelled in anticipation. As much as his thinking mind objected to forced sex, his organ had a mind of its own and, knowing that it would soon be thrusting into the warm, wet pussy of a beautiful woman, it responded with enthusiasm.

He did not have long to wait today. The door swung open and three slave handlers entered, one with a choke-chain device, the other two with whips.

This is different! A bolt of fear shot through Rees.

"Out! Dry off!" one of the handlers barked.

Rees understood quite a bit of their native language, Kreoley, now. He jumped out of the pool and dried off quickly.

"On the __!" the handler ordered, pointing at the bed.

This had never happened before. Rees crossed to the bed and sat down apprehensively.

"Lie down!"

Rees lay down. His heart pounded. What's going on?

The handler gave him an order that he didn't understand and followed it with a circular hand motion. Rees was getting pretty good at understanding their gestures too. He spun himself on the bed so he was facing the audience.

The handlers lost no time in securing his wrists and ankles to the manacles on the four posts of the great bed. Rees did not try to fight them; he knew it was hopeless. The cold hardness of the iron cuffs against his skin promised only grief. Rees tried to calm the panic that threatened to overwhelm him by taking deep, steady breaths.

As soon as they finished, the handlers exited and Rees was left alone with his grisly thoughts.

Staked down, naked and spread-eagled on the bed, Rees felt extremely vulnerable. He had no idea what wicked entertainments Master Rim had planned, but memories of the last time he'd seen someone chained to the bed flooded his mind with terror.

****

It had only been a few weeks earlier. He was in the amphitheater for breeding, and a girl was forced into the room on her hands and knees. She was naked, as was usual, but she was also wearing the hooded choke-chain that the slaver handlers used to keep slaves under control.

Rees was always led to and from the amphitheatre wearing such a device, and it was certainly unpleasant. The handlers took no chances with Rees because of his massive size. He was easily a head taller than the average handler and well-muscled.

He had never seen a girl brought to him wearing the hood and chain, however. The slave girls were usually considered passive and were small enough to be easily controlled by other means.

This girl was very large, Rees noted, and he could tell she had been fighting them. Her well-muscled body was covered with a sheen of sweat and he could hear her gasping for air, which meant they'd been choking her, something they usually didn't do if a slave cooperated.

"Lie flat! Down!" the handler controlling the choke-chain commanded her. He glanced at Rees, recognized him, and chose to ignore him. After the first day, Rees had never fought the handlers and they knew now that he was passive.

The girl did not lie down. She raised herself onto her knees and gasped out. "Leave me alone! What the hell do you want with me?" She spoke Endoran, Rees's native language. The handlers usually spoke only Kreoley.

"He wants you to lie flat on the ground," Rees translated for her. "I recommend you do as he says."

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded. She was still hooded.

The handler lost his patience and slammed his foot into the middle of her back, causing her to topple to the ground. He kept his foot on her back, pinning her down. She fought him again, struggling to grab the chain around her neck and trying to twist away from his boot.

"You ___!" the handler yelled at her in Kreoley. Rees did not understand the word he called her. The handler yanked hard on the choke-chain, cutting off her air supply entirely. Rees could see that she immediately began to weaken. It wasn't long before the struggle was out of her entirely, and the handler loosened the chain around her neck just slightly.

"I recommend you stay as you are," Rees told her. "It does no good to fight them. If you lie still with your nose to the floor, he'll take the chain off and leave."

The girl, gasping for air, did not respond to him, but she lay still. After a few moments, the handler yanked the contraption off of her head and leaped back through the door, slamming and bolting it behind him.

She was on her feet in a second, hurling herself after him only to collide with the closed door.

"Let me out!" she screamed. "Let me go you bastards!" She pounded on the door with her fists.

She was one of the largest women Rees had ever seen, taller even than Arriene. Her body was well proportioned and athletic, with beautiful, full breasts sitting high on her chest. A long blonde braid cascaded down her back, swinging back and forth with her efforts.

"You're new, then?" Rees asked her. He was somewhat amused by her antics, but felt sorry for her as well.

She spun around and stared at him, taking in the whole room at once. Her eyes were a deep blue. Her cheekbones and chin were prominent. Her face would not be described as gorgeous or maybe not even beautiful by some, but it was certainly strong and attractive.

Rees was on the massive bed, naked, his hard cock proudly proclaiming its readiness for sex. There was also a bathing pool filled with steaming water, with a few towels folded nearby. Embers still burned in the large fireplace on the opposite wall of the room from where she stood. Otherwise the only other thing in the room was a bucket, and of course, the sets of manacles along one wall and at the four posts of the bed.

"What is this place?" she asked. She stepped away from the door and surveyed the audience area of the amphitheatre.

"What the hell is this?" Panic edged her voice.

"This is Master Rim's special theatre," Rees replied. "He likes to watch sometimes." A pang of guilt stabbed at Rees for being so blunt, but he couldn't think of a gentle way to tell her.

"Watch what?" she asked, her voice had lowered to a frightened whisper.

"Um... I think you are now a breeding slave," Rees told her quietly.

"A what?" She had her volume back now and her voice assaulted Rees as surely as if she had slugged him. "No way! There is no fucking way I'm having sex with you or with anyone!" she screamed. "And even if I did decide to, I damn sure wouldn't let anyone else watch!"

"I doubt you'll be given a choice," Rees said quietly. "You are a slave now."

Her face contorted with anger and she sputtered.

"I see you two have met," Master Rim said, appearing suddenly at the railing to interrupt whatever she might have said next. His childlike voice sounded amused.

Terror clutched at Rees's heart with sharp talons, as it always did when Master Rim arrived. He quickly climbed out of the bed and knelt on the floor before his master, keeping his face carefully downcast.

The girl whirled toward Master Rim and stared up at him. Rees was suddenly afraid for her. She had no idea what Master Rim was capable of.

"What is your name, girl?" Master Rim asked her calmly.

"Annalynn, Sir," the girl replied. Rees was surprised by the respect in her tone. Master Rim did have that affect on people though. She probably realized instinctively that she needed to be very careful with this man.

"Annalynn. Pretty name. I am your master, Master Rim. You will address me as Master and you will not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," the girl replied quietly.

She's doing very well, Rees thought. His worry for her began to fade.

"Annalynn, you are now one of my breeding slaves," Master Rim continued. "You will start by having coitus with Rees, here. You will have sex with him six times in the next two days. You two will make wonderful, big blonde babies." He chuckled and Rees could not suppress a shudder. Master Rim's laugh was chilling.

"You will start now," Master Rim continued. "I want to watch."

"Like hell!" Annalynn cried. "I'm not having sex with him or anybody! I am not your fucking breeding slave!"

Rees sucked in his breath sharply. Master Rim will now proceed to kill her very slowly and painfully, he thought. But Master Rim surprised him.

"Annalynn, you are new here," Master Rim said softly. "I will let Rees teach you what you need to know."

"Rees!"

Rees jumped slightly. "Yes, Master?"

"You will do my bidding now!"

"Yes, Master!" Rees replied. He climbed slowly to his feet and turned to face Annalynn. She had taken on a fighting stance and was glaring at him determinedly. He had never taken anyone forcefully before. All of the other slave women had been willing partners. Some of them shy, and some of them downright aggressive, but none of them had fought him. He decided he'd start with reason.

"Annalynn, you are a slave now. As much as you might not like that situation, and I don't think any of us do, it doesn't change things. You are under the control of Master Rim. If you don't do exactly what he says, and quickly for him, he has ways to make you very sorry."

Rees turned around so she could see the whip scars that crisscrossed his back. When he turned to face her, he saw fear flash briefly in her eye before she again took on an aspect of grim determination.

"When I first got here I disobeyed Master Rim. You see the result. I eventually did what he wanted anyway. Master Rim always gets what he wants."

"Then you are weak," she sneered.

Rees sighed in exasperation. "The longer it takes you to figure out that you have to obey Master Rim—immediately and completely—the more pain you'll suffer. It is not a question of whether you'll have sex with me. The Master has made his wishes known. You will have sex with me. The only question is how much pain you'll endure before you figure it out. My suggestion is that you give up now."

Rees smiled at her teasingly. "Besides, I can be a lot of fun! You might even enjoy yourself."

"Fuck you, asshole!" she screamed at him, enraged.

"Rees!" The high pitched voice commanded his attention. Rees obediently looked up at the man at the railing.

"Enough talk. Just do her!" Rim commanded.

Rees took a deep breath. Easier said than done! he thought, but he replied, "Yes, Master!" and turned once more toward the girl.

She crouched, glaring at him fiercely, holding her arms protectively in front of herself. Rees took three quick strides and grabbed her by her upper arms, intending to throw her onto the bed. She turned into a wild animal and began to shriek and struggle desperately against him. She was strong and squirmy.

They staggered together around the room. Rees quickly gave up trying to throw her on the bed and just tried to force her onto the floor. She almost twisted away from him a few times. She kicked repeatedly at his legs as he dodged and sought to trip her. Eventually she landed a kick that grazed his balls.

He disengaged immediately, doubling over in pain so intense the world momentarily darkened.

"Serves you right, you pervert!" she cried.

Anger flared brightly in Rees along with the pain. It was several minutes before he recovered enough to stand up. He had completely lost his hard on.

"Rees!" Master Rim called. "You are not making me happy!"

Fear streaked through Rees. He glanced briefly up at Master Rim.

Rim's broad face was unreadable, as usual. He was impeccably dressed in the most current fashion. Today he was wearing a knee-length red flowing gown over his usual doublet and hose. It was open at the sides and sleeveless. His matching hat was a large floppy affair. He narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Rees looking at him.

Oh shit! Rees redoubled his efforts. He dove for Annalynn suddenly, grabbing her around the thighs, and they both crashed to the floor together. He immediately got the upper hand and pinned her arms to the floor.

She screamed and writhed under him, panicked. They were both naked and her pussy was only inches from his cock, but he was no longer hard. This was not his idea of a good time. He pinned her thighs down with his knees, feeling guilty, as he knew that that would be painful. She struggled desperately. Using all his strength, he pulled her arms over her head so he could hold them both in his right hand. This freed his left hand and he grabbed his semi-flaccid cock and began to rub the shaft quickly up and down, trying to get it hard enough to enter her.

His mind shrieked at him that what he was doing was despicable. Shame threatened to stay his efforts, but he remembered well the price of disobedience. Master Rim would get his way by some means. The sooner he could accomplish his objective, the less pain for everyone, including the girl.

She suddenly managed to pull one hand free and raked her fingernails painfully across his face.

"Oww!" he screamed. He forgot about his cock momentarily as he engaged himself fully in trying to keep her pinned beneath him. He could feel blood running down his cheek.

"Look!" he cried, exasperated. "Just quit fighting me and I promise you I'll be quick. I don't want to hurt you."

"Fuck you!" she screamed. She spit at him. The loogie landed on his cheek and slid down to his chin. Whatever firmness was left in his cock disappeared entirely. Rees was at wit's end. He had no idea how to accomplish his objective.

It occurred to him that she'd be easier to control if she were face down on the floor. At least she wouldn't be able to spit on him, and he could enter her from behind. He eased his knees off of her thighs in preparation for turning her over. She immediately began kicking hard. He pulled his body out of range of her feet, still keeping hold of her arms. She lunged forward suddenly and bit him on the arm, hard. Startled, he disengaged briefly, and she managed to jump to her feet. She backed quickly away from him.

He chased toward her. She grabbed the bucket and quickly scooped up glowing embers out of the fire. Rees grabbed her from behind while she was still bent over the fireplace. She twisted and tossed the contents of the bucket toward him. Hot embers showered across his shoulder and big puff of soot floated into his face. He coughed and spat and shook his shoulders, but he didn't let go. He had a firm grip around her waist, and he manhandled her over to the bed.

He forced her down on her stomach on the bed and climbed on top of her, pinning her arms down on either side of her head. He paused a brief moment to catch his breath and noticed that his cock was as limp as a wet rag.

"You fucker!" she screamed at him. "Get off me!"

She squirmed wildly beneath him. He tried to focus on her nakedness and how beautiful her sweat-glistened skin was, but his cock did not respond. He tried dry-humping her, pushing his groin into her firm butt, hoping the sexual movements would bring a swell to his cock, but she began fighting with a terrified new energy and he had his hands full just keeping her pinned down. His cock remained flaccid.

"Enough!" Master Rim cried. His high-pitched voice sounded angry.

"Oh shit! Now you've done it!" Rees whispered to the girl. He was almost as furious with her as he was terrified of Master Rim.

"Rees, I think you need a lesson in how this type of thing should be done," Master Rim said.

How to rape, you mean? Rees thought bitterly, but he said nothing. Instead he climbed off the girl and backed away some distance from the bed before he knelt once more on the floor before his Master, head down.

"I am sorry, Master," he said quietly.

"Yes you are!" the madman replied.

Annalynn jumped off the bed and rushed Rees, clearly intending to kick him in the head. He reached up and managed to grab her foot before it impacted.

Just then the door flew open and three handlers rushed in. Two of them carried the choking devices and the third carried a vicious-looking whip. Annalynn immediately disengaged with Rees and danced back, trying to avoid the handlers. Rees stayed where he was kneeling and shortly a hood dropped over his head. The chain was tightened but not to the point of cutting off his oxygen.

He heard a brief scuffle as the girl presumably fought with the handlers. He cringed when he heard the whistle of a whip. The girl screamed briefly then began to cuss at them savagely. Her curses ceased suddenly and Rees imagined that she was being choked with the device. He wondered how much misery she would endure before she realized how futile it was to fight the handlers.

"Up!" the handler next to him demanded and he felt a tug on the chain around his neck. He climbed to his feet quickly and allowed himself to be led docilely to the wall with the manacles. He expected to be whipped again and was surprised when they chained him face-out, securing his arms and legs spread-eagled. His fear became palpable. He could feel his heart pounding, drumming his doom.

When the hood was removed from his head, the handler looked at his face and began to laugh.

"She's quite a fighter, eh?" he said.

Rees could still feel the sting of the long bloody fingernail scratches across his face and knew he was also filthy with soot. If the situation hadn't been so terrifying, he would have laughed as well.




Sex Slave Ch. 04



A/N: contains rape; if you do not wish to read about it, then stop right here. Also, POV change.

*****

How had I managed to get myself in this situation?

I stare at myself in the mirror. I have been instructed to wear this by him. I am donned in a black leather cat suit that fits like a second skin. My fingers are covered by the sleek leather gloves that are attached to the cat suit, my arms covered by the same material. My legs look shapely-no doubt from all that perverted exercise I partake in every morning-although still covered by the tight black leather. I'm wearing six inch heels with black rhinestones.

However, my whole body is not fully covered. There are two holes in the chest of the suit, just big enough to pull my boobs through and have them jut out obscenely. And there is a small slit at the apex of the legs, just large enough to fit my pussy lips and clit out. They poke out, squeezed slightly by the edges of the leather hole. The cat suit goes up to my neck, and the final piece must be adorned.

Sighing, I pull the skintight black leather hood over my head. As commanded, I have my hair up in a ponytail, and I pull my thick mane through the hole in the back of the leather hood that molds to my skull. The mask has an attached blindfold and mouthpiece, blocking my vision and any screams that will undoubtedly escape my mouth. There are only two small holes in the mask for my nostrils.

I lie on the bed and wait, as instructed.

How long have I been here? Months? Years? Eons?

I am just wondering if maybe today is my birthday when, from within the mask, I vaguely hear the door creak.

I feel him draw nearer before I feel him pull my arm to the corner of the bed and lock my wrist into a handcuff. Soon my other wrist follows suit. Next, he goes to my ankles and pulls them to each corner of the bed. Nothing new here. Spread-eagle is his favorite position for me.

I feel him between my legs where my pussy is exposed for him to do as he wishes. He pulls the latex leather suit away and slips a small buttplug into my anus. I squirm at the intrusion, but I have grown used to his propensity for toys. He rubs my clit slowly and sensually between two fingers, only long enough to stimulate me slightly. When he removes his fingers, I realize he must have rubbed something onto my clit. Lotion? Cream? I'm not sure, but it starts to warm up.

He moves to straddle my stomach and rubs my nipples between his fingers. Again, just enough to make them stand erect. He leaves the bed, and I realize that the lotion or oil or whatever he's rubbed into me is really beginning to heat up, almost burn uncomfortably. And then, the itching begins.

As I writhe on the bed, trying to stop this incessant need to itch my nipples and clit, I hear a button click. The buttplug begins vibrating very softly. I groan, unable to stop the noise before it's left my mouth.

Another button is clicked, and the entire leather suit begins to cool my skin, everywhere except where I need it most. The contrast of temperatures confuses me, and I am bucking against my bindings, trying to find relief.

I hear him come up to me, standing over me, watching me in my predicament. And then I feel the faintest brush of a feather against my boob. Slowly, it circles my only exposed skin. He starts in large circles at the base of my breast and takes full minutes before he has almost reached my itching nipple. Just a tad farther, and I may find the relief I need. Even the light feather will be enough to itch my aching nipple some. But after minutes of teasing me, he never touches my nipple and proceeds to continue this frustrating teasing with my other boob.

I scream around the gag. I just need one scratch. Please. One scratch. I can't take this. For hours—it must be hours—he alternates between my breasts with the feather, never once touching my erect, itching nipples. Then, he moves down to my pussy. My clit is on fire, and I just need one touch from him, from the feather, from anything. That's all I need.

I writhe in my chains as he strokes the feather lightly up and down my lips, not touching my erect clit, my burning clit. I scream through my gag, needing the feather on my clit. Please. Please. I'll do anything. Anything. But he pays me no heed, as usual, and continues to tease me with the feather, only caressing my lips and nothing more.

After hours of this torture, he moves away, leaving me panting and struggling to get any sort of friction to my clit or nipples. I freeze when I feel a cold ice cube pressed against my left boob. I groan, sensing his plans. As I assumed, he repeats what he did with the feather, circling my boobs slowly, tantalizingly, but never my nipple. I dread when he will move to pussy, but I cannot stop him as he does the same teasing torture to my pussy lips. The ice cube is so near my itching, burning clit, but never once does touches it.

--

POV SWITCH

I watch you squirm and scream around your gag ball as I continuously torture you with the feather and ice cube. It must go on for nearly an hour before the contrasting sensations overwhelm you and you pass out from it all.

I smile. Just want I wanted. I wipe off the itching cream from your red clit and nipples and remove the vibrating buttplug. I take your hood off so I can see your peacefully sleeping face before I crawl between your stretched legs. I begin fingering you furiously. A moan escapes from your throat, but you are still deeply unconscious. I bend down and suck your clit into my mouth, lapping at your juices.

In your heightened need to come, you orgasm quickly. I'm not surprised, considering what I put you through. Once you have had your release, I glance up. Still asleep. You won't remember it. Your body will feel spent, finished, but you won't remember the satisfaction or the pleasure I gave you.

I smile, leaving you chained to the bed, barely able to wait for what awaits you when you wake.



Sex Slave Ch. 04



The girl lay on the floor, hooded and unmoving. A welt snaked across her arm. Rees guessed that the handler had choked her into submission. The choke chains were very effective.

The three handlers then took their leave, the one who controlled the girl running quickly out the door as soon as he pulled the device off her head.

Rees' worry over Master Rim's plans dimmed as he became aware of a more immediate threat. He was chained and helpless and the girl was still free.

She sat up slowly, breathing heavily. She looked at him and her eyes widened slightly.

"What happens now?" she asked. "Why did they chain you up?"

"I don't know," he said.

"Rees is going to get a lesson on how to get a woman to cooperate with him, and you're going to get a lesson on obedience to your Master," Master Rim answered her question. His tone was one of patient tolerance. "I have just the man for the job. He should be here shortly." Rim smiled and his smile froze Rees's heart. His stomach felt as if it had beetles crawling around in it.

Minutes passed in silence. The girl sat on the bed, not looking at Rees. Her young face, for now that he had a chance to observe her, he realized she was likely younger than he was, appeared worried but not terrified.

You should be terrified, he thought, but he said nothing.

After some time, enough time for Rees to imagine many, many different agonizing deaths for them both, the door swung open. Their instructor had arrived.

The man was huge—almost as tall as Rees but beefier. He crawled in, naked, on his hands and knees, hooded and collared with the choke-chain. The handlers clearly did not trust him and made him lie flat with his nose on the floor before they removed the device and made a hasty exit.

The man was brutish. He was not rippling with muscles, but he was solid and heavy without being fat. He had a lantern jaw, a pug nose and a vicious scar that ran from his right cheekbone to his wide mouth. His black, shoulder-length hair was greasy and disheveled. A massive unibrow oozed across his forehead like a great furry black caterpillar. His dark eyes were close-set and somehow not quite right. They glittered with a sinister fervor, holding within them a blaze of dementia.

A tremor ran through Rees. Agonizing death seemed imminent.

"Gond!" Master Rim's commanding, high-pitched voice rang out. "Leave the man alone. You know what to do with the girl."

Master Rim's command gave Rees little comfort. Indeed, the next hour was the worst of Rees's life as he witnessed the horror that was Gond.

Gond tossed a black cloth bag on the bed and Rees could not help but be morbidly curious about the contents. He found out all too soon that it contained Gond's implements of torture.

The maniac quickly cornered the girl and slugged her in the face several times. As her eyes darkened and swelled, most of the fight left her.

Rees tried to close his eyes to the brutality of the torture and rape that ensued, but Master Rim insisted he watch. It was excruciating. Rees was violently ill.

After Gond finished with the girl, Master Rim departed, and Gond started in on Rees. Luckily, Rees's agonized screams alerted Master Rim who returned at once to chastise Gond for disobedience. The sadist had then been led away for punishment, much to Rees's relief.

Master Rim gave Rees an extra day to accomplish the breeding, and lowered the number of times they had to fuck to three. That was good, because the girl was in quite bad shape, and even Rees needed some recovery time just from the few seconds he had been subject to Gond's whims.

A physician had been summoned to examine and treat them both, which surprised Rees and underscored the impression he had that Master Rim was capricious.

The girl had been in shock and submitted to Rees willingly thereafter. Rees had been as gentle with her as possible. He was in shock too. He was still having nightmares about what he'd been forced to witness.

****

Now that he himself was chained spread-eagled to the bed, he could not help but quake with fear that someone like Gond would be coming to torture him. He tried to swallow, but his mouth felt as if it were filled with sand. He wracked his brain for a reason. What did I do to displease Master Rim? He knew though that Master Rim did not need a reason to torture him.

"Ah, Rees!" Master Rim's voice floated down to him from above. He looked up and saw the madman at the railing, smiling down on him. He shivered. Master Rim's smile was a portent of pain.

"You look terrified, Rees," Master Rim observed.

Rees closed his eyes and tried to compose his features. He wished he were kneeling so he could look at the floor and hide his face.

"Come now, Rees. I don't think it will be that bad. I want you to meet a friend of mine," Master Rim continued. His childlike voice was pleasant. Rees's skin crawled.

"Here he comes now."

Rees waited in acute apprehension. His stomach churned.

He and Annalynn had listened to Gond pleading frantically in a nearby room shortly after he had finished with them. They couldn't hear what he said, but it was clear from his voice that he was terrified. His screams, when they came, were chilling. Even after all Gond had done to them, Rees, at least, did not want him tortured. Mercifully, it did not last long and they heard no more from him. They had guessed that he had been put to death for disobeying Master Rim.

But perhaps not. As Rees waited, he imagined the worst. Maybe Master Rim had found somebody else equally as sadistic. No, no one was as sadistic as Gond.

By the time the door opened, which was only a minute later, Rees was wallowing so deeply in terror, he almost lost the contents of his bladder.

His fear eased a few notches as he saw the man who entered the room. He was elderly, nearing sixty. He was dressed in casual but elegant attire: a burgundy velvet tunic, dark silk hose and short boots. He had many large rings on his fingers and a great gold amulet hung from a thick chain around his neck. His eyes sparkled in anticipation, but Rees did not detect any sinister intent. He did not seem crazy as Gond clearly had.

The man was thin and somewhat less than average height. His face was haggard with age, his nose hawk-like and his eyes heavily lidded. He had large ears that stuck out slightly through his shoulder-length, thinning grey hair. He moved with an odd, almost feminine, grace and there was a liveliness in his step that belied his apparent age. He pranced into the room, right up to the bed.

"Wow! You did not exaggerate, Rim," he said. "This man is incredibly gorgeous!" A broad smile split his face and Rees noted his teeth were rotting. As he spoke he reached out and ran his fingers lightly over one of Rees's muscular arms.

Rees flinched involuntarily. He fought hard to control the expression on his face as he comprehended that this man was sexually attracted to him. His stomach twisted. He was a woman's man, through and through. He been taught that sexual acts with another man were unnatural, and since he had no inclination in that direction, he had never given it much thought. He didn't even personally know anyone who was that way—at least not that he was aware.

The man ran his hand over Rees's chest, fondling the short blonde hairs. Rees was horrified to note that his other hand slipped under his tunic and began rubbing his organ.

"Mmmmm!" the man said. "Lovely."

Rees closed his eyes. He did not want to watch.

"Rees!" Master Rim said authoritatively.

Rees's eyes snapped open and he focused on Master Rim.

"I'd like you to meet my friend Jaylor. Jaylor, this is slave Rees."

"Pleased to meet you Rees," Jaylor purred.

"Likewise," Rees croaked. He was anything but pleased to meet this man.

"Rees, I'd like you to make Jaylor happy, as best as you can while you're chained so. If you're very good, perhaps we'll unchain you after a while."

Rees swallowed. Make him happy? It sounded ominous and Rees did not want to imagine the ways that might be accomplished. He was afraid he'd find out all too soon.

Jaylor merrily kicked off his boots and climbed up on the bed next to Rees. He was dwarfed by Rees's size.

"I can't get over how big you are!" Jaylor exclaimed. He clamored up so his face was near Rees's. "And so beautiful." He fingered Rees's short blonde locks. "Magnificent hair. You should grow it out long."

He ran a finger down the side of Rees's face and over to his lips.

Rees fought hard to have no reaction. He didn't want to offend this man, this friend of Master Rim's, but inside he was cringing hard.

"Such kissable lips." Jaylor leaned over and kissed Rees firmly on his lips.

Rees closed his eyes and held his breath and managed not to turn his face away, but when Jaylor slipped a tongue into Rees's mouth, Rees could not stop the small noise of disgust that came out of his throat. The man tasted of decay.

Jaylor pulled back and looked at Rees, disappointment clear on his face. "You don't like to kiss?" he asked. "Some men don't."

Rees shook his head slightly.

"What a shame," Jaylor said. "Oh well, there are other fun things we can do."

He moved down and took up a position between Rees's legs. "Such a lovely cock. I can't wait to see what it looks like full-size."

Rees suppressed a shudder. He loved having his cock sucked... by a beautiful woman. Or maybe even by an ugly woman, but not by an ugly man. He closed his eyes and tried to mentally remove himself from the situation he was in.

It didn't work. The minute the man began to lick his balls, he gasped in horror. Jaylor mistook this as a sign of pleasure and licked more enthusiastically.

Rees clenched his jaw tightly and kept his eyes squeezed shut, fighting to hold still. In spite of his personal abhorrence to what was happening, his body began to respond. He felt blood flow into his penis.

"Mmmmm, sweet!" Jaylor said, running his tongue up Rees's now semi-hard shaft.

The minute Rees heard Jaylor's voice, disgust overwhelmed him, and his cock shrank again.

Undeterred, Jaylor set to work getting Rees hard again. Master Rim had told Rees to make Jaylor happy. Jaylor obviously wanted Rees's cock hard. Rees tried to cooperate. He conjured an image of Arienne pleasuring him, and his cock swelled again.

Unfortunately, Rees had trouble focusing. The reality of what was actually happening to him kept creeping into his consciousness. It didn't help that Jaylor liked to make comments and every time he did, Rees's cock lost its firmness. This went on for quite some time, and finally Jaylor sat back on his heels, frustrated.

"I would not have expected such a virile young man to have trouble getting hard," he said.

"He usually doesn't," Master Rim said. "Rees! You are not cooperating very well. I'm sure you know that the consequences of disobedience are not pleasant."

Rees did not manage to completely subdue a small whimper at Master Rim's comment. Jaylor certainly heard it, but perhaps it did not carry to Master Rim.

"The poor boy's terrified," Jaylor said. "Don't bully him, Rim. We'll try something else."

Rees watched with great trepidation as Jaylor removed his hose and his undergarments, folding them neatly and placing them in a corner of the big bed.

"You will not hurt me, will you Rees?" Jaylor asked.

Rees shook his head. He was trying to do what Master Rim wanted.

Jaylor produced a key and a small bottle from a pocket along the seam of his tunic. After unfettering Rees's right hand, he knelt by Rees's side and guided Rees's now free hand to his semi-flaccid cock. He poured some oil from the bottle onto his cock and Rees's hand and settled down to enjoy himself.

Rees fingered his balls and cock gingerly. He had never touched another man before, but he had pleasured himself often, so was not completely at a loss as to what the man wanted. He tried to distance his mind, to control himself from afar, to separate feeling and thought from action.

He started with a gentle massage to Jaylor's balls. His balls were small with the sack hanging, wrinkled, off of them. Rees tried to ignore the feeling of them between his fingers. Butterflies flitted around in his stomach. Jaylor moaned softly.

Rees moved on to his shaft, holding it loosely in his hand, and rubbing slowly up and down. Jaylor moaned louder and Rees felt his shaft harden. Rees continued to slide his hand up and down Jaylor's member, quickening his pace and firming his grip. Jaylor responded with audible groans.

Maybe it will be over soon. Once he cums, that will be it. A man that age is a once a week kind of guy. He prayed he was right and tried to focus on doing exactly what was needed to make Jaylor come as quickly as possible.

Jaylor's breath came in sharp pants. His cock was not fully hard, but Rees sensed Jaylor might cum anyway. Every time Rees's mind realized what he was doing, his nausea increased. He felt strongly that touching another man's cock was wrong.

Just when Rees felt the older man was very close, Jaylor pulled away.

"Wait, Rees!" he said, his voice breathless. "I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to drink all my cum!"

Rees could not stop the cringe that shuddered through him. Jaylor must have been too preoccupied to notice, however. Gripping the headboard for support, Jaylor straddled Rees's face and lowered himself to a kneeling position. His balls were only inches from Rees's lips.

Rees smelled his pungent scent and his stomach twisted in disgust. Jaylor smelled worse than the sheep's pen that he cleaned out back at the farm. He expects me to lick that?

Jaylor was excited. "Oh yes, Rees! Suck my balls!"

Rees prayed it would be over soon. He fought for control of his stomach as he dutifully opened his mouth and touched Jaylor's shriveled scrotum with his tongue. The man tasted as bad as he smelled. It was like licking feces. Rees held his breath and sucked.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" Jaylor cried. "Oh good, yes! Now suck my cock Rees!" He took his cock in his hands and forced it between Rees's lips. "Oh yes! Suck it! Suck it all down." He began fucking Rees's mouth.

Rees quickly pulled his lips over his teeth. He sensed that nicking Jaylor would cause swift and extreme punishment. Jaylor was doing all the work now. All Rees had to do was make sure he didn't accidentally bite him and breathe.

Breathing was much harder said than done. Jaylor was not large and did not even seem completely hard, but his cock filled Rees's mouth. Rees gasped for air on the outstroke, breathing in through his nose. The resultant putrid taste turned his already queasy stomach and made him gag. The cock going back down his throat made him gag more. On the next outstroke Rees took another breath of fetid male and his stomach rebelled.

Using his one arm that was free, Rees pushed Jaylor away from his face, turned his head as far as he could and retched onto the mattress. To make matters worse, he also let out a loud, disgusted grunt and began to spit saliva onto the mattress as well. He had to get the noxious taste out of his mouth.

"Eeeww!" Jaylor cried, backing away from Rees with a disgusted look on his face. His cock quickly wilted.

"I'm sorry!" Rees apologized to Jaylor as soon as he had recovered enough to do so. Then he added through clenched teeth. "I just... don't... like men."

Jaylor looked up at Master Rim and said, "Rim, this isn't working. This boy obviously isn't into it, and it's hard for me to be too in that case."

"I'm really sorry, Jaylor." Master Rim sounded sincere. "I thought Rees would do a better job of cooperating. Never mind, though. I have another boy who I know you'll like. He's not quite as big and handsome as Rees, but he's attractive enough and a very enthusiastic lover."

Jaylor wiped himself off using one of the clean bath towels, and donned his hose and boots again.

Before he left he stood next to the bed and looked Rees over once more. "Much the pity," he sighed. Rees heard the door open and was much relieved to see Jaylor exit.

Master Rim looked down at Rees from above and said very calmly. "You have not made me happy today." Then he walked away, disappearing shortly from Rees's view.

Rees let out a huge sigh. His whole body shook. He tried not to think about what had just happened, but his mouth still tasted foul and he could smell the vomit on the sheets next to his head. He could not get the image of Jaylor's cock in his mouth out of his mind. He gagged again and spit.

He was pretty sure that whatever Master Rim was going to do to punish him would be even worse than what he'd just been through, but he didn't want to imagine how.

He lay there for quite some time trying to calm himself with deep breaths. Finally the slave handlers returned. They unshackled Rees from the bed and led him over to one of the manacle sets along the wall, chaining him up with his face to the stone, both arms and legs spread.

He's going to whip me again, Rees thought. He clearly remembered how painful his last beating was. Sweat began to accumulate on his brow and chest and back. He tried to still his own trembling, with limited success.

It seemed a long time before Master Rim returned. By then Rees was almost glad to see him. He wanted to get it over with. The anticipation was killing him.

"Rees. You have displeased me. As a slave, you need to be more flexible. You need to do whatever your master asks of you, and willingly."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." Rees considered trying to describe for Master Rim how abhorrent the situation had been for him, but he opted not to. He knew it wouldn't make any difference.

"Rees, I think you need more practice with male lovers. I have asked Timor to come help us out. Normally I would have used Gond for something like this, but unfortunately he is rather permanently unavailable."

God help me! Rees quailed. When Gond had raped Annalynn, Master Rim had stopped him from penetrating her vaginally, saying he did not want any little Gonds running around. He had taken her anally instead and it had looked like the most painful thing imaginable.

****

Timor sighed as he obediently let the handlers hood and chain him. He followed along passively as they led him to his next assignment. He did not like his new job. He used to think there was no such thing as bad sex, but the things Master Rim wanted him to do were not pleasant. Luckily, his cock was always cooperative even when his brain was not. Master Rim had warned him that the consequences of non-performance would be dire. 

Timor was a war prisoner from Endora, sold into slavery about six months earlier. He spent most of his captivity in the relatively grueling job of pulling a plow in the tropical heat. Why they didn't get oxen to pull the plows, he didn't know. Perhaps human slaves were cheaper to feed. God knows, he was always starving.

He had been brought in to breed with beautiful women a couple of times. That was fantastic—mostly. Having Master Rim observe the proceedings was disconcerting at best, but Timor was always so horny that he usually managed to ignore Master Rim and enjoy himself nevertheless.

However, the past several weeks Master Rim had used him on a regular basis to help with his punishments. Timor shuddered slightly. He had done what Master Rim wanted. He told himself that if he refused to cooperate, not only would he be killed, probably slowly and painfully, but it would not stop the bloodshed. Master Rim would find someone else to carry out his wishes, and that other person might not be quite as compassionate as Timor.

Although Timor's new job seemed to be rapist, he did it as gently as possible. Thus, he justified his actions to himself and tried not to dwell on the pain he was causing, but almost every night, under cover of darkness, he cried himself quietly to sleep. It was tearing him up inside.




Sex Slave Ch. 04



Still, he valued his life highly and held desperately to a hope for escape or rescue soon.

They arrived at their destination shortly and Timor dropped to his hands and knees and crawled through the doorway. Then he lay face down and waited for the handlers to unchain him and leave. He knew the routine.

When he caught sight of his next victim, for he always thought of them as such, he drew in his breath sharply and his cock immediately began to stiffen. The blonde man chained against the wall was huge, almost as tall as Timor himself, and his physique was perfect. He had never seen such well-sculpted arms and shoulders. His broad back tapered to a narrow waist and his butt was round and firm. Even his thighs were well-cut. I bet he's hung!

The man turned to look at him, his large blue eyes widening in fear. Such a shame, Timor thought. I could have so much fun with one such as this under other circumstances.

When Rees turned his head to view his tormentor, he was startled and horrified. Timor was the largest man he had ever seen, larger even than Rees's older brother.

He was in his early thirties, Rees guessed, well-proportioned and well-muscled. His face, while not classically handsome, was not unattractive. His nose had been broken at least once and his jaw jutted out too far. When he smiled, which he did then, Rees saw that he had an under-bite, but straight white teeth. His eyes were nice; he did not appear crazy or even sadistic.

The man approached him, and once he was close, Rees observed that he was fully a half-head taller than himself. Incredible!

"Hello, my name is Timor," he said. His deep voice was soothing. He spoke Kreoley with a thick accent and Rees immediately realized he was Endoran.

"I'm Rees," Rees answered in his own language.

"You're a war captive from Endora too?" Timor asked. "There seem to be a lot of us here."

Rees was surprised by this comment because he and Keven were the only Endorans in their slave unit of two-hundred slaves.

Timor stepped close to him and ran one hand around Rees's waist, placing the other lightly on his butt.

Rees shivered slightly and turned his face to the wall, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry to be meeting you under such circumstances," Timor said softly. Rees was obviously terrified of him and not without good reason, he reminded himself sadly.

Rees could feel Timor's hard cock poking against his bare ass and he almost fainted in fear. The man's cock was massive. Surely he's not going to try to fit that thing into me!

"God, you're gorgeous," Timor whispered in Rees's ear, still holding him and caressing his butt. The proximity of this perfect man was sending hot pulses of blood to his already hard cock. "You're afraid aren't you? Have you ever done this before?"

Rees shook his head slightly. He felt faint.

"Well, if you do it right, it can be quite pleasurable, but somehow I don't think that's what Master Rim has in mind today." Timor still whispered in Rees's ear at a volume only he could hear. "You made him mad, I'm assuming."

Rees nodded. At least Timor did not seem sadistic. "Are you gay?" Rees ventured.

Timor shook his head. "No, not gay. I'm actually just kind of a slut. I'll put my cock in almost any hole I find that can accommodate it." He grinned. "You're a big man, Rees. You should be able to handle it."

Rees shuddered again.

"Sshhh." Timor stroked Rees's shoulder. "I'll try to be gentle."

Timor wanted to take his time. With proper preparation, Rees could probably handle him almost comfortably, but he knew comfort was not what Master Rim wanted. However, since Rees was a virgin, he could not bring himself to force himself in without any preparation. He quickly put a finger in his mouth, covering it with saliva.

"Relax, you're going to feel my finger now." He carefully slipped it into Rees's tight star.

Rees stiffened and clamped his jaw tight. It was unexpected, but it was not really painful. It felt strange, almost like he was pooping, but not.

"Relax, relax," Timor whispered wiggling his finger and getting ready to have a second one join it. "The more you relax, the less it will hurt."

Rees tried to relax.

"Get on with it Timor!" Master Rim sounded irritated. "This is supposed to be punishment, not a love-making session."

"Fuck! Well, I tried," Timor whispered. He pulled his finger out of Rees's hole and ran his hand up and down his own shaft a few times, shuddering with anticipation. "You have an incredible body."

Rees thought it odd that Timor kept complimenting him. Maybe that was his way of apologizing for what he was about to do.

Timor used his arm around Rees's waist to pull his hips away from the wall, getting a better angle. Rees felt a wetness as Timor's cock poked against his bare ass and realized that Timor had coated his cock with pre-cum. Thank God for that! Rees steeled himself for pain.

"Here it comes, Rees. Just try to relax." Timor forced his massive cock into Rees then, very slowly. Rees was incredibly tight. Timor moaned with pleasure.

Rees screamed in agony. It felt like his anus was on fire and his butt was being split wide open.

"Oh God, you're tight!" Timor's whisper was barely audible above Rees's screams.

"Stop! Oh, take it out, take it out!" Rees begged.

Timor stopped and held himself perfectly still. "Sorry. Try to relax, Rees. God, you feel heavenly. I know this hurts like hell, I'm sorry."

The blinding pain subsided to a barely tolerable level when Timor froze. Rees found his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. He wanted Timor to take that hot poker out of his ass.

"Come on Timor. You don't want me mad at you too, do you?" Master Rim asked.

Sadistic asshole! "Sorry, Rees. More pain coming," Timor whispered. "I'll just try to be quick. Hang in there, buddy."

Timor knew Master Rim was out of patience. He tried to ignore Rees's screams as he pushed all the way into him. He wanted to stop again and give Rees time to adjust, but he could not. If he didn't fuck Rees hard, there would be hell to pay—for both of them. He drew out and slammed back into Rees. It felt amazing. If only Rees wasn't screaming and begging and squirming to get away.

He whispered to Rees breathlessly, trying to calm him. "Be still. Be still. You're making it worse. Oh God, you feel good. Relax! You beautiful boy. Oh God! So tight. So good. Relax. Relax." Timor stroked with a fast rhythm that he knew would bring him to climax quickly.

Rees almost passed out from the pain. His screams echoed through the amphitheater. He thrashed against the chains and squirmed to get away until Timor told him he was making it worse. He fought to hold himself still then, although his body wanted only to escape the pain however it could, and he could not completely stop his writhing. He heard Timor telling him to relax and he tried, but he could not.

His muscles clamped down hard, trying to lock out the large object that was insistent on penetrating him. All the while he alternated between screaming in agony and begging Timor to stop. He felt as if his asshole was being shredded. He wondered distantly if he would ever be able to poop normally again. As the pain continued, he wondered if he would even survive.

Timor felt his balls tighten. "Oh, I'm going to cum!" he whispered. "Oh beautiful... beautiful. I'm there." Timor had a lot of control and could have easily continued for some time, but he welcomed the orgasm and let it wash him away in ecstasy. He thrust hard into Rees a few more times feeling his seed expel into the very tight anus. He clutched Rees tightly with one arm around his waist and the other gripping his chest as he let out a long moan and sagged against him, spent.

"Oh thank you!" he breathed in Rees's ear.

The blinding pain ceased immediately as Timor disengaged his cock. Rees's moan of relief mingled with Timor's moans of pleasure. Rees felt stickiness running down the inside of his leg. Glancing down, he realized it was Timor's sperm along with a trace of blood. His stomach heaved.

He managed to swallow the bile back down and he whimpered softly.

"I'm so sorry, beautiful," Timor was still holding him tight and whispering in his ear. "I'm sorry I caused you so much pain. You felt great to me. I wish we could do this correctly sometime."

Rees groaned. His butt still felt like it was on fire, and he never wanted to do this in any way, shape, or form again.

"Timor," Master Rim's voice sounded slightly frustrated. "We need to work on your brutality. You're just too damn nice."

"I am sorry, Master," Timor said. He stepped away from Rees and cleaned himself up with one of the bath towels.

Rees sagged against the wall, in shock. He had never felt so violated. He fought to keep his stomach under control. His asshole felt as if it had been stretched beyond recovery.

Timor stepped close to Rees, laying a hand on his shoulder. Rees flinched involuntarily. "So sorry, Rees. Maybe I'll see you again under better circumstances," he whispered. "Take care and don't go making Master Rim mad again." He kissed Rees briefly on the cheek and then was gone.

Strange man, Rees thought. He was barely aware that the slave handlers were in the room until they unlocked his shackles. He expected to be led away, but they left him alone.

He turned slowly around and leaned against the wall, observing the room through half-closed eyes. Several slaves were still in the room, changing the bed sheets and towels and cleaning up. The handlers lounged near the door. Timor was no longer in the room and Master Rim was nowhere to be seen as well.

The slaves finished up quickly and soon Rees was left alone. He wondered distantly why he wasn't returned to the slave pens, but his mind was too numb to puzzle it out.

He noticed that the slaves had added hot rocks to the bathing pool. It was steaming delightfully.

Rees shuffled to the pool, being careful to take small, slow steps. Pain shot through his ass with every movement. As he eased himself into the warm water, he felt immediate comfort.

He spent the next half hour scrubbing himself all over. He even rinsed his mouth out with soap. He felt like he would never be clean again. Finally, he stopped, realizing that any more scrubbing would definitely prove he was crazy.

He tried to relax, sitting gingerly on the shelf that encircled the edge of the pool, head lolling back against the side.

He felt shattered ... fragmented. It was as if the fabric of his life had unraveled into several disconnected threads and he was incapable of weaving them together again.

He tried to organize his thoughts. The first rape, with Jaylor, had defiled him. He was profoundly ashamed. He felt vile, weak and depraved. I sucked on his cock! He began to gag.

He swallowed hard and compartmentalized his feelings. He tried to lock these memories away in a closet so deep in his brain they would never surface again.

The second rape, with Timor, had been brutally painful and intimate. He felt no guilt associated with the second rape, because there had been no action on his part other than screaming and begging Timor to stop. Still, it had been a breach of the most private area of his body. He was violated ... forever changed. Shredded.

Most of all he felt frightened and abused and helpless ... like a small child. He had no control over anything that happened to him here, and he didn't see that he would ever find a way out. The slaves were too well guarded. Hopeless, he sank into a deep depression. If he had had the means to kill himself at that moment, he may have done so.

He began to think of his family ... how far away they were ... how much he missed them. He wondered if they thought he was dead. As memories of the happy life he had lost ran through his mind, tears began to stream down his face. He made no effort to stop them.

He had been crying for some little while when he heard Master Rim, above and behind him.

"Rees, I will talk with you."

A bolt of fear shot through him, followed immediately by dark despair. What does he want with me now? Will he not leave me alone, for the love of God?

Instead of climbing immediately out of the pool and kneeling before his master, he ducked under the water. He did not want Master Rim to see the tears streaking down his face. He did not want his master to know how thoroughly he was beaten.

While he was under the water, he considered staying there. He did not want to talk to Master Rim. He felt like an angry three year old. He stayed under the water until he needed to breath, and even then he stayed under for a few seconds more. He wished the water would take him. It didn't though, and he was forced to the surface. He started to climb painfully out of the pool, almost not caring what happened to him now.

"No, Rees," Master Rim said gently. "You may stay in the water if you like."

Master Rim was like that—a horrible ogre one minute and sympathetic the next. Rees moved slowly to the opposite end of the pool and took a seat on the shelf again, facing Master Rim this time. He tried very hard to make his face blank. He did not look directly at Master Rim but rather stared past him into the distance.

"How are you doing, Rees?"

Huh?

"Would you like me to send the doctor in to examine you?"

Rees's ass still hurt like hell. He didn't know if there was any real damage or not, but the last thing he wanted right now was to have anyone touch, or even look at, his asshole. "No, I'm all right ... Master."

"Good. I will not try to explain why I did what I did to you today."

Because you're a fucking, sadistic bastard. Rees fought to keep the resentment from showing on his face.

"I have something else I want you to do for me," Master Rim continued.

Rees's stomach twisted into a knot so tight he almost curled up in pain.

"I have a friend I want you to spend time with, as a birthday present. This friend is very important to me and I want to make sure I can trust you. Can I trust you not to hurt my friend, Rees?"

Rees blinked and focused on Master Rim. What the hell is he talking about? He wants me to have sex with one of his friends for his birthday? He wants to make sure I won't beat the crap out of him? Rees sighed. He was by nature a gentle man. He would never harm someone unless they hurt him first. He answered Rim slowly.

"I will not hurt your friend unless he hurts me. I may not even then."

"You will not hurt my friend at all, no matter what. I will send for you in a few days and you will spend the night with my friend. If my friend is unhappy with you in any way, if you do anything at all that displeases, I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Rees replied, resigned.

"Just so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings, let me describe what will happen to you if my friend is displeased."

Rees held his breath. He did not want to hear what Master Rim was going to do to him, but, morbidly, he could not shut it out.

"First, I will have all of your teeth pulled out, one-by-one." Master Rim smiled.

Rees took a firm grip on his sanity and tried to listen without processing.

"Then, I will put you in my homosexual brothel where you will spend your days and nights as the plaything of whatever man decides to have you. A pity you won't be quite as attractive without your teeth, but you will never be in danger of biting anyone. It is better so; some of the clients prefer it."

Rees's mind reeled. He could not imagine a more horrible existence. His first reaction was physical. He drew his knees into his chest, hugged them tightly and began to choke and gag. Breathe! Breathe! Calm down. It's just a threat! He tried to console himself. He knew Master Rim did not make idle threats.

"I see that what I have ordained is upsetting to you. Very good. Keep that in mind, Rees. Keep that in the front of your mind. If I get any report at all of anything you do or don't do that is in the least way displeasing to my friend, I promise you, you will be very, very sorry."

With that, Master Rim turned and walked out.

Rees buried his face in his arms, gibbering to himself.



Sex Slave Ch. 05



Sex Slave – 5: Ceci 

This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. 

All characters engaged in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age. 

Many thanks to Lin Hall and nomoretears00, for their encouragement and for catching all those mistakes that I didn't. 

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Rees's sanity hung by a thread. After seven months of enslavement and torture, mostly mental but also physical, he was staring down the edge of that deep abyss of madness. 

In their last session, Master Rim had pushed him too far. 

He couldn't focus on anything. Fortunately his work didn't require much mental acuity. But sometimes he had trouble realizing that he was being spoken to, and that was a problem. He was engulfed in a world of darkness and terror, and he couldn't seem to find his way out. 

Keven was worried about his friend. Rees had been returned to the slave pens with no outward sign of abuse, but his anguish was apparent. Keven tried to help him, to draw him out and get him to describe what had happened, but Rees refused to talk about it. 

Rees convinced himself that he didn't want anyone else to have to bear those memories, even second-hand. And he sure as hell didn't want to put himself through the torture of describing what had been done to him. But the true reason he couldn't talk about it, was that he was deeply ashamed. 

All he would say when Keven pressed him was, "It was bad, Kev. Bad." And sometimes he would fight back tears. 

Once Keven laid a hand on his arm to comfort him, but Rees jerked back as if he'd been burned. Keven did not try to touch him again. 

The day after he returned to the slave pens, he was pulled out into a small room and measured—arms, legs, neck, chest and feet. This is ominous, Rees thought. He tried not to imagine what kind of torture required measurements. 

When he was returned to the pens, at Keven's urging, he described the measuring process, along with his great trepidation about what it meant. 

Keven started to laugh but stopped abruptly when he saw the expression on his friend's face. 

"I'm sorry, Rees. Haven't you ever been measured by a tailor before?" Keven managed to hide his mirth. Rees had every reason to be afraid—not of a tailor perhaps—but clearly he had been badly abused and threatened with more. 

"A tailor? No. I haven't," and because he was embarrassed, he added rather snidely, "My family's not rich like yours." 

In the early evening of the third day after his return, the summons Rees had been dreading came. 

He was brought to a salon of sorts where he was pampered and primped beyond anything he could possibly have imagined. It was a good thing there were attendants to help, because he would have had no idea what to do with most of the products and equipment, and even the clothing was far more complicated than anything he had ever worn. He was uncomfortable but not truly frightened at the salon. He realized he was just being prepared for what was to come. 

Many years later, when he was cajoled into telling tales of the time he spent as a slave, he enjoyed making the salon visit the height of his torture. The real tortures he endured as a slave remained known only to a few. 

Rees understood that he was being primed to be a birthday present for a friend of his master. He was to do whatever his master's friend wanted and pretend he enjoyed it. Convincingly. 

Rees's brief encounter with gay male sex had been almost the worst experience of his life. Watching AnnaLynn be tortured had been even more horrible. Both events had been worse than the savage whipping he had received from Master Rim at their first meeting. 

Rees shuddered with the memory of how painful and disgusting his rape had been. He was guilt-ridden and ashamed of his participation, even though he clearly had not had a choice. 

Rees knew now that he would do anything to please his master. He was Master Rim's slave. He had no pride. He had been reduced to a groveling, gibbering tool to be used for his master's pleasure, whatever that happened to be. 

If he didn't please the birthday man, Master Rim had promised him a fate worse than death—had described that fate in detail for Rees. Rees twitched. His mind teetered on the edge. 

"Slave! Slave!" One of the attendants waved a hand in his face. Rees startled and looked up, his heart lurching painfully. 

"You're finished. It's time to go." 

Rees stood up slowly. His mind searched desperately for a way out ... for something he could do to avoid this upcoming ordeal. The hooded choke-chain was dropped over his head, and his spirit shriveled. It was hopeless. 

He was dressed in several layers of extremely fine, but uncomfortable clothing. His burgundy silk doublet had sleeves which puffed ridiculously at his shoulders. It was heavily padded in the shoulders as well, although Rees did not need anything to make his huge shoulders look bigger. It was also very constrictive around the waist. The sleeves split down the arms to show the white embroidered linen shirt beneath it. 

A pair of hose in dark blue laced to the inside of the doublet but did not completely hide the short, tight, linen breeches underneath. The top layer was a knee-length gown in dark blue velvet. It belted at the waist with an intricately tooled leather belt. The bell sleeves were voluminous, an extra cape-like layer of fabric hung from each shoulder, and all of the edges were trimmed in white ermine. 

As he was escorted deep within the estate, the tight, pointed-toed shoes pinched his feet. He was used to going barefoot. 

As he walked his fear increased, although he would not have believed that possible. By the time the slave handlers halted him and removed his hooded choke-chain, he was so terrified, he was non-functional. He stood very still and stared straight ahead, barely realizing that a massive, intricately-carved, mahogany door was before him. 

The handlers, who were not ones Rees recognized, seemed nervous about letting him loose. One of the attendants from the salon had accompanied them. The attendant placed a ridiculous, floppy, burgundy velvet hat on his head and spent some time adjusting it and fussing over Rees's short blonde curls. Pressing a magnificent bouquet of fragrant purple flowers into Rees's hands, he said, "a birthday present," in halting Endoran. 

Rees nodded, barely conscious of the attendant's presence. His hands were trembling so much the flowers shook like a tree branch in a wind storm. A few petals dislodged and drifted to the floor. 

The attendant rapped sharply on the door, and fell back a short distance, along with the slave handlers. Rees was aware that the handler with choke-chain held it at the ready. 

The door was opened by a middle-aged slave woman. She gasped and took a step back, her startled gaze travelling up Rees's massive chest to finally take in his face. She seemed flustered for a second but quickly recovered. 

"Come in, Sir. We've been expecting you." She stepped back and Rees followed her into the room as if in a trance. 

His first impression of the room was that it was very purple. It appeared to be a large sitting room. One wall was almost completely hidden by long, deep-purple, velvet curtains that presumably covered large windows. The gray and violet-veined marble floor was cloaked in many rich, violet and lavender rugs. The high ceiling was painted with a scene of buxom ladies in a garden being attended by cherubs. Ornate architectural details on the ceiling and around the doorways were in gilt. Two doors led out of the room on the wall opposite the curtains. 

A great marble fireplace dominated the room. Clustered around it were several small couches and a couple of large chairs, all in shades of purple. There was a heavy, mahogany dining table with six chairs. Other matching furniture pieces were scattered functionally around the room. Gold, crystal and more purple accessories completed the décor. 

Rees did not notice all of these details at once. His main impression, other than the ubiquitous purple, was of impressive wealth. He desperately sought the man he would be with and prayed that he would at least not be hideous. He did not see a man, however. The only person in the room, other than the slave, was a lovely, diminutive woman. 

She had been sitting on one of the couches, and now she rose and moved forward to greet him. She was striking. Her blonde hair was piled high on her head in an intricate array of braids and jewels. Her eyes were violet. Her skin was pale and flawless. The tiny wrinkles around her eyes, and the hint of fullness under her chin told him that she was older than he by at least fifteen years, in her mid- to late-thirties, he guessed. Her mouth was full and pouty. 

It was impossible to tell what her figure was like underneath the volumes of lavender fabric that cloaked her from neck to toe, but she was certainly not skinny. She moved with an easy grace. Her face held an expression of pleased wonder as she took him in, her eyes travelling up and down his massive frame for several seconds before finally settling on his face. 

Something in the back of Rees's mind told him that he should bow and greet this woman, but this voice did not seem to be connected to the rest of him. He remained frozen, his eyes flicking around the room apprehensively, looking for the man he was expecting to be with. 

"Good evening, I am Mistress Cecilia. You may call me Cici," she said in heavily accented Endoran, affecting a graceful curtsy. 

Rees's head barely nodded in acknowledgement. 

"You must be Rees," she encouraged, smiling at him. 

Rees finally managed to break out of his stupor. "Yes," his voice croaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Yes, Mistress Cici." He bowed awkwardly. 

"Are those for me?" she asked, nodding at the flowers which still shook in Rees's hand. 

No, they're for the man whose birthday it is. Rees was confused. He finally stammered, "Is... is it your birthday?" 

"Why, yes it is." She beamed at him. 

Rees felt as if a great weight had been lifted off his chest. 

"You're... you're Master Rim's friend that I'm supposed to... uh...?" He trailed off and felt his face flush with heat. 

She let out a throaty laugh. "Yes, I believe so." Her voice was heavy with amusement. 

Rees knew he was red to the roots of his hair. He bowed again and held the flowers out to her, speechless. 

She took the flowers from him and buried her nose in them for second, breathing in their mixed bouquet. 

Addressing the slave-woman, she said, "Maddy, take care of these flowers, and Rees's hat. Then you may go. I shall not need you again before dinner." 

Rees suddenly realized he was still wearing his outlandish hat, a major social faux pas. He snatched it off his head and stood awkwardly, waiting for the slave-woman to take it from him. 

The slave-woman efficiently gathered the flowers, hung Rees's hat on a hook near the door, curtsied formally to both of them and disappeared through one of the side doors. 

Although Rees was immensely relieved that his duties tonight were with this beautiful, older woman rather than with a man, he was still afraid. He didn't think he'd have any problem performing sexually for her, but he was extremely uncomfortable with his surroundings. He was not accustomed to wealth, nor was he educated or refined. He was sure to make any number of grave mistakes. In fact, he already had. He clasped his trembling hands behind his back and tried to smile pleasantly. He prayed that he would not displease this elegant woman. 

"Shall we have something to drink?" she asked moving over to the sideboard. "How about some champagne?" 

"Yes?" Rees managed to whisper. 

He trailed after her to the sideboard, feeling like he should be pouring for her instead of the other way around. He accepted the glass she handed him, but before he could get it to his lips, it slid out from between his fear-dampened fingers and crashed to the floor, smashing into tiny fragments. 

Rees was mortified. He froze, unable to do or say anything for several seconds. 

Mistress Cici looked at him, briefly startled, then her tinkling laugh filled the air. "All is well Rees. I am not going to have you flogged for breaking a glass." 

Her words and actions reassured him somewhat, but his mind was still wrapped around the threat that Master Rim had made to him. Surely this would be cause for her to be less than pleased. He was unable to move, unable to breathe even. 

She seemed to take in his distress and her face filled with sympathy. She took his huge hand into her tiny one and led him to one of the couches. "Sit here, sweetie. I will pour you something stronger than champagne. Take some deep breaths." 

Rees followed her instructions, breathing deeply and trying to calm his madly beating heart. She pressed a crystal goblet into his hands. It was filled with a thick amber liquid. 

"Drink that," she ordered, standing next to him. With him sitting and her standing, she was only slightly taller than he. 

He took a hesitant sip. The liquid was like fiery syrup and slid soothingly down his throat. "Brandy?" he asked. He had had brandy before, but it had been much harsher. 

"Yes, indeed. It is from Ul Dan. They make the best brandy. Drink up. I think you need it." 

Rees dutifully drained his glass. Even though the brandy was smooth, it made his eyes water. He blinked rapidly. 

She refilled his glass and edged in beside him on the couch, sitting close. She took one of his hands in both of hers and squeezed. 

"Now, tell me about yourself. You are from Endora?" 

Rees nodded. The brandy was already having an effect on him. He felt a little light-headed. Or maybe it was just his fear. The shaking in his hands had subsided to a slight tremble. He took a deep breath and filled her in briefly on his background. 

He had grown up on a farm in Endora, the third of four boys. 

She interrupted him at this point, "There are others like you? Are your brothers just as big and handsome?" 

Rees nodded. "My next older brother, Andre, is even taller than I am. My oldest brother Matthew is not as tall, but he's better looking. My younger brother Marc is not as tall yet, but I think he'll get taller, and he's the best looking of all of us." 

"Oh my! That's difficult to believe!" She batted her eyes at him. 

As he talked of his family, a lump formed in the back of his throat. He missed them terribly. 

He took another sip of brandy and continued his story. He had been captured during the war, taken south and sold into slavery. He had been a slave now for seven months. He hung his head. He did not want to tell her about his time as a slave. 

She patted his hand. "I'm sorry," she said, and her eyes were full of empathy. 

Rees started to relax more. She seemed very nice—not at all vindictive. Perhaps she would not report to Master Rim about the glass and the hat and any other mistakes he had made, of which he was not even aware. 

"Now, tell me why you are so terrified," she said. 

Rees's breath caught in his throat. He did not even want to think about it. He had to answer her though. He closed his eyes and summoned his courage. She was still patting his hand reassuringly. 

Finally he whispered, "M ... Master Rim! He ... he told me ... told me he would...." Rees paused, unable to repeat the hideous threats that Master Rim had made. His heart felt frozen in his chest. 

"What did he say, Rees?" she urged, gripping his hand tightly. 

He squeezed his eyes even tighter shut as if he could block out the memory. "He told me ... I needed to make you happy," he finally gasped out. 

"You don't want to make me happy?" she asked gently. 

"Oh, yes!" Rees cried immediately, opening his eyes and looking at her earnestly. "I'm just ... I'm not sure ... I've already made so many mistakes...!" He hung his head again. 

"Mistakes? What are you talking about?" she exclaimed. "Rees, look at me," she ordered. 

He looked into her eyes. She was all sympathy and concern. 

"Rees, I think there is very little you could do that would displease me. I mean, look at you!" Her eyes took in his broad chest and narrow hips before returning to his handsome face. "You would have to work hard at trying to displease me for me to even notice." 

Rees believed her and breathed an audible sigh of relief. 

"That's better. I want you to put all those things Rim told you out of your head. Randall means well, but sometimes he gets carried away." 

Randall? Is she talking about Master Rim? He means well? She's as daft as he is! Rees's fear flared again, and he sought to subdue it. She did not want him to be nervous, so he'd better at least pretend to relax. But his guard was back up, high and tight. 

He took a gulp of brandy and breathed out slowly through his nose. 

"I know what you need," she said, jumping to her feet. "You need a backrub! May I give you a backrub?" 

"Yes, of course." A backrub would be fine. It might take his mind off Master Rim. 

"Take off your gown then." 

Rees lost no time in removing his belt and the heavy velvet gown. He folded them carefully and laid them aside. He felt a little conspicuous because his doublet was short; his long muscular legs, clad only in blue tights, were on display. Blushing slightly, he sat back down on the couch. 

Mistress Cici stepped behind the couch and put her hands on his shoulders. Rees could barely feel her caress beneath all the padding in his doublet. 

"This will never do! You'll have to take off that doublet too. It's much too thick." 

Rees stood up and complied, fumbling with the laces. She stepped near him and helped. A faint perfume of lavender surrounded her. 

With his doublet off, he knew she would be able to see his short, tight breeches, and his cock responded by swelling to a noticeable bulge. He hoped that was what she wanted. There did not seem to be anything he could do to discourage it in any case. 

They finished with the laces at the sides, as well as those that held the hose in place. He pulled the doublet off over his head and tossed it aside. He glanced at her shyly and caught her staring at his crotch. His face grew red even as his cock swelled more. 

"Sit down, please." She indicated the couch again. 

He took a few steps and sat, his untethered hose drifting down his well-muscled thighs. She knelt before him and took off his shoes. He was uncomfortable being waited on by her, but he didn't know how to tell her. He watched as her eyes focused on the bulge in his breeches while she knelt between his legs. 

She pulled each of his hose off slowly, her hands caressing the soft blonde hairs on his thighs and calves as she did so. Her pouty lips parted slightly and she gave a small sigh. 

He fought back a groan of desire. Her attraction to him was obvious and he felt his body flush with heat as his cock strained against his breeches. Her large violet eyes found his and held them for several long seconds. The intensity of the need he saw in her was as exhilarating as it was frightening. 

Why is this beautiful woman, who could bed any man she desired, seducing a slave? Rees was no longer terrified, but he was uneasy. Something about the situation was perturbing. Nevertheless, as he watched her gaze shift back to his crotch, her pupils dilating, her small pink tongue flicking out to lick her lips, a torrid lust consumed him. He drew in a sharp breath. 

She glanced up at him and her face flushed. She stood up suddenly, seeming flustered. Her hands smoothed the folds of her skirt restlessly. 

She's not nervous, is she? Somehow that thought made his heart beat faster. 

She glided around the couch and took up a position behind him. She began to massage his neck and shoulders through his linen shirt with surprisingly strong hands. She seemed to know exactly where his tensions were and how to dispel them. In spite of his trepidation, he began to unwind. 




Sex Slave Ch. 06



This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

All characters who engage in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

Warning, this story contains explicit descriptions of male/male sex.

Many thanks to my editor Lin Hall for his sharp eye and sharper wit. Also, I am very appreciative of my beta readers, nomoretears00 and Josh, for their perceptive comments and encouragement.

Sex Slave - 6: Tolsten

It was Tolsten's eighteenth birthday. He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He shivered, although he wasn't cold. He hated change. In his experience, a change was always bad. He rested his head on his arms and rocked back and forth.

He was alone in the large room. He guessed that it was home to a couple of hundred slaves. All of the places along the walls had been claimed, blankets and bowls delineating each slave's spot. Blankets were scattered here and there throughout the room as well—those who had come later, or maybe were weaker, had the inferior, less protected spots.

Tolsten had put his blanket on the stone floor in the middle of the room. He had no idea what the dynamics would be like in the adult pen. He prayed that he would not be hurt too badly.

He already missed his friends from juvie, and he had only been away from them a few hours. They would all be turning eighteen over the next few years too; maybe he would see some of them again, someday. He felt the familiar ache of loss, constricting his chest and making his heart feel heavy. A tear leaked out of his eye and he brushed it away quickly. He did not want to appear weak when the other slaves arrived.

****

Keven noticed the boy right away. When they returned from the rock quarry one afternoon, he was sitting on his blanket watching them file into the slave pen. He looked young, unhappy and very scared.

His looks were unusual. His dark brown hair hung sleek and shiny down his back to his waist and was tied back with a scrap of black cloth. He had prominent cheekbones and his nose had been broken, but was not unattractive. His huge brown eyes were wide-set and framed with long, very dark lashes. He was thin, almost gangly, although his arms and stomach had defined muscles and his chest and shoulders showed promise of broadening still in the coming years. His movements were surprisingly lithe and graceful. When he stood, Keven discovered that they were almost the same height, the youth being only an inch or so shorter.

There was something oddly compelling about the young man and Keven felt strangely drawn to him. He seemed vulnerable. Hurt. Damaged in some way, but also spirited—an enigma. Keven felt a strong urge to protect him.

He found himself keeping an eye on the youth. He looked for him first thing in the morning, as if to assure himself that he hadn't disappeared overnight. Off and on throughout the day, he would find himself searching until he spotted the boy. He told himself he was just worried about him, since he seemed so defenseless.

Often when Keven glanced toward him, he discovered that the youth was watching him as well. The young man would avert his eyes quickly and sometimes his cheeks would color slightly. This pleased Keven for some reason.

He was the most exciting thing that had happened in the pens since Keven's arrival. Other slaves had come and gone, and he had hardly taken notice. But this one was different. Beautiful. Vulnerable. And strangely desirable.

Desirable? Keven tried to shake the thought out of his head. Where is this coming from? It's been too long since I've seen a female! Still ... he's got that long, gorgeous hair ...

The fear that was so apparent on the youth's face the first day faded, replaced by a haunted look in his eyes that made Keven's heart go out to him even more. He had surely endured much misery already in his young life.

Keven could tell that he was not new to slavery. There are certain mannerisms that slaves pick up, and the boy had them. He also had several slave stripes on his back that were at least a few years old. Hot anger bloomed in Keven's chest when he saw them. Who would torture a child so?

Another clue that he had been a slave for years was the length of his hair. All slaves were fully shorn upon arrival at the estate to ensure they did not bring parasites into the slave pens. He had been a slave long enough for his hair to grow all the way down his back.

On the third morning after the boy's arrival, Keven found himself shackled next to him on the slave chain. They walked together and talked on the way to the quarry. He discovered the young man's name was Tolsten, and that he was from Kenezia. Keven's country, Endora, was at war with Kenezia, but he saw no cause to hold that against him. Most common people had no control over their leaders, and Kenezians less than most.

Tolsten had been at the estate since age thirteen. He said he missed his friends from the juvenile pen, but he was being treated better in the adult pens so far. The handlers were not as brutal as those in juvie, he said.

Keven suppressed a shudder when he heard this. All the handlers he knew were ruthless, and he couldn't imagine becoming a slave at the tender age of thirteen. But Tolsten shrugged off his comments. He didn't seem to want to talk about himself. He was much more interested in finding out about Keven's life.

Keven, by turn, was evasive on the details of his upbringing. He still had told no one that he was the rightful King of Endora. He did not think that fact would get him any points in the slave pens. He could not hide his nobility, however. He was educated and refined. Tolsten was most impressed.

Over the next several weeks, Tolsten managed to be next to Keven on the slave chain, or working near him in the quarry often, and Keven enjoyed his company. He had a surprisingly positive outlook considering all that he had been through. He was full of energy and was quick to smile and laugh. He reminded Keven of an exuberant puppy. Sometimes he wiggled so much it almost seemed as if he were wagging a tail. But the haunted look never left his eyes.

Keven had been a slave in Master Rim's hell-hole for ten long, lonely months. His closest companion was Rees, a fellow countryman who had saved his life. He had made a few other friends in the pens as well, but he missed home terribly. And he missed Saeri.

He thought it strange that he thought of her so often after all this time. He had spent a week with her seven months earlier and hadn't seen her since. He had barely kissed her, but that kiss was burned indelibly into his brain. He played it back several times a day—even now—seven months later! He wondered if he would ever see her again, if she still even worked at the estate. He had questioned the new slaves coming into the pen, but none of them had word of her. It was a very large estate with thousands of slaves. Maybe she was still working at the infirmary, helping with new arrivals, or maybe she had been moved somewhere else. It was frustrating and depressing not to know.

During his time in slavery, he had seen no opportunity for escape. His master was a maniac who had savagely whipped him, almost to his death. The slave handlers were vicious and brutal, and many of the slaves were not much better. Had it not been for his friendship with Rees, he would have been truly miserable.

After long days of hauling rocks in the quarry, Keven never had any trouble falling asleep, but he often woke in the middle of the night. He would lay wrapped in his blanket, thinking about his past, wondering about his future, and feeling quite melancholy and hopeless.

It was then that he would usually masturbate. There was no privacy in the slave pens, but the other slaves would be mostly asleep, and he would be discreet under his blanket. Afterward he would fall back to sleep feeling better.

It was after one such interlude, just when Keven was about to drift off again, that he was brought wide-awake by a small cry. He propped himself up on his elbow and peered across the dimly lit room. The cry was followed by a whimper and someone whispering in harsh tones.

Keven spotted Rory, one of the larger slaves who enjoyed being a bully, leaning over someone, threatening him. Keven jumped to his feet and ran lightly across the room toward them. He was usually calm and slow to anger, but what he witnessed caused his blood to boil instantly.

"Take off your cloth!" Rory ordered.

Tolsten crouched under him, his eyes wide with fear. "No, please!" he pleaded.

"Shut up! Take it off now!" Rory commanded in a loud whisper. He drew his arm back, fist clenched. "I'll hurt you!"

Tolsten whimpered and quickly scrambled out of his breechclout, then lay very still on his stomach on the stone floor, hiding his face in the crook of his arm.

Rory kicked off his own breechclout, and taking his hard cock in his hand, he stroked it quickly several times. He straddled Tolsten, preparing to mount him.

"Oh, please, no!" the boy begged again, trying to squirm away.

Keven was upon Rory at that moment, kicking him hard on the shoulder, sending him sprawling.

"What the fuck!" Rory exclaimed. He jumped to his feet and faced Keven. "You cunt! Mind your own fucking business!"

Rory was almost a head taller than Keven, and probably at least fifty pounds heavier, but Keven did not hesitate. He punched Rory square in the jaw with the full force of his strength and anger. Rory staggered backward and Keven tackled him, pulling him roughly to the floor. Keven had been trained in self-defense from an early age and Rory was no match for him. He flipped him over expertly and twisted his arm behind his back. With his other hand, he reached between Rory's legs and took a firm hold on his balls, twisting and squeezing.

"Ow! Fuck!" Rory cried and held perfectly still.

"If I ever catch you trying to rape anyone again, I'll fuckin' twist your nuts off!" Keven hissed. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." The bully's answer was immediate. Keven crushed his balls once more before he let go and stood up. Rory curled up, moaning in pain.

Tolsten was sitting up staring at Keven with huge eyes. Tear drops glistened on his cheeks.

"Get your things," Keven ordered. "You need to move closer to Rees and me."

Tolsten jumped to his feet, pulled his breechclout back on, and scooped up his blanket and his bowl. Rory had recovered enough to sit up and he glared at Tolsten, cursing softly. Tolsten eyed him fearfully and edged closer to Keven.

Keven put his arm around Tolsten's shoulders and led him across the room. "I'm so sorry that happened," he said.

"I'm fine," Tolsten said, but his lower lip trembled and suddenly his eyes brimmed with tears which overflowed down his cheeks. "I'm sorry." He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand.

Keven squeezed his shoulder. He looked so young and hurt, Keven wanted very badly to make him feel better. "You've had a bad scare. Don't worry. I won't let it happen again."

"No, it's not that. It's just ..." Tolsten's tears flowed freely. "You're being so n ... n ... nice to me!"

They reached the end of the room where Keven slept, and they halted, but Keven kept his arm around Tolsten.

"I'm like a little kid!" Tolsten blubbered. "It's like, when I lost my family when I was eleven ... I ... I never grew up after that. At least not emotionally. I still bawl like a baby for no reason."

Keven didn't know what to say, so he hugged Tolsten to him. Tolsten's thin shoulders shook and his tears dampened Keven's shoulder. Keven stroked his hair and made soothing sounds.

"You just want to fuck him yourself!" Rory accused. He was still sitting where they had left him, but his voice carried across the room.

Keven's anger, which had started to fade, boiled right back up.

"That's right!" he called. "He's mine and I'm a jealous man. If I ever catch you even looking at him, I'll pluck your fucking eyeballs out!"

Tolsten shuddered in his arms. Realizing the implications of what he'd just said, Keven pulled away from Tolsten. "Don't worry," he said quietly. "I won't touch you."

"I wasn't worried." Tolsten's eyes shone with admiration and ... something else.

Keven had a strange tightness in his chest and became aware that his cock was half-hard and getting harder. It's just from the fighting, he told himself, although he had never had that reaction before.

He pointed to an empty place along the wall. "I think you can have that spot. The slave that was there was taken out of here a couple of days ago. If he comes back, we'll rearrange and squeeze you in somewhere else."

Tolsten nodded and laid his blanket out in the indicated spot. It was twenty feet away from Keven's place, and there were several other slaves between them, but Keven would be close enough to protect him if need be.

****

The days passed slowly, one being much the same as another in the life of a slave. A few weeks after Keven had rescued Tolsten, he found himself jacking-off again in the middle of the night. He closed his eyes and conjured up memories of the dream he'd had of making love with faerie-Saeri. Although he had lost his virginity and spent two amazing days with the gorgeous Charise, Saeri was almost always the girl of his fantasies. When she had touched him—dear Lord! Just the memory of her fingers on his cock always brought him to climax quickly.

He closed his eyes and pumped steadily on his hard cock. Dream-Saeri had been so beautiful, so erotic. Pre-cum leaked out of his slit and he used it to slicken his shaft. He stroked faster, panting. When Saeri had touched him in his dream she had brought him immediately to the edge of orgasm. He stifled a groan as the memory brought waves of exquisite sensation to his cock. He didn't try to hold back the orgasm and it shuddered through his body in ripples of pleasure. He clenched his jaw to keep from crying out as sperm spewed from his cock into a corner of his blanket.

A few post-orgasm shivers wracked his body as he caught his breath. He let out a small sigh and slowly opened his eyes.

That's when he saw Tolsten, sitting on his blanket, leaning against the wall. He was staring at him intently with an odd expression on his face. With a start, Keven realized that Tolsten was masturbating.

He made no effort to hide his actions; his hard cock was plainly visible as he moved his hand up and down its long shaft. A surge of sexual excitement coursed through Keven, followed immediately by a wave of guilt, but he could not bring himself to look away. He knew that Tolsten had probably just watched his own intense orgasm and perhaps been turned on by it.

Tolsten did not seem to mind being watched. Indeed, he stroked himself faster and began to pant with pleasure. He did not take his eyes off Keven's face. His long hair was loose and fell about his shoulders in shining waves. His breath came in sharp, quick gasps and his eyes narrowed to slits. He twisted his nipple with the fingers of his left hand.

Keven's heart pounded and he felt warm all over as he watched the seductive youth pleasure himself. Although he had just orgasmed, his cock stiffened and jerked.

Tollsten kept himself on the edge of orgasm for several minutes, sometimes slowing down and sometimes speeding up his stroke. Finally, he allowed himself to cum. Long streams of white semen shot out of his cock to splash onto his stomach and smooth chest. His whole body spasmed with the intensity. He closed his beautiful eyes and his face contorted in ecstasy. A small cry of pleasure was ripped from his lips.

Keven stifled the moan that threatened to escape his own mouth as he watched Tolsten orgasm. Had he ever seen anything so erotic? His cock was dripping.

He was still staring at him when Tolsten's eyes opened and locked with Keven's again. He scooped up a glob of cum from his chest and slipped it into his mouth, sucking seductively on his finger.

Keven felt his eyes widen. Lord have mercy! That is so hot!

A big grin spread across Tolsten's face as he observed Keven's reaction.

Suddenly uncomfortable, Keven rolled over to face the other direction. He could feel his face grow red with shame.

Neither of them spoke of the incident later. Keven tried to forget it.

However, during the days that followed Keven found he was obsessed with Tolsten. He knew at all times where Tolsten was and what he was doing. He could not seem to stop thinking about him and when Tolsten wasn't looking, he could not tear his eyes away from the gorgeous youth. At the same time, he became less friendly with Tolsten. He tried to act unconcerned and aloof. He was very afraid of the feelings that were stirring in his breast ... and his loins.

Tolsten, for his part, had already decided he was head-over-heels in love with the young nobleman. Keven was the man of his dreams: smart, strong, brave and protective. And absolutely stunning! Intense green eyes. Slender but muscular physique. Even the whip scar across his face was attractive—it made him seem dangerous. Tolsten's mouth watered whenever he looked at Keven, which was as often as possible.

He realized Keven was uncomfortable around him. The nobleman acted like he didn't care, but Tolsten could feel Keven's eyes on him when he thought he wasn't looking. And sometimes, when he stood close, he caught a glimpse of desire in Keven's eyes that was so intense it burned right into his soul. Fuck, the man is sexy! And he wants me too... he just isn't ready to admit it.

Tolsten tried his damndest to woo Keven, to finally get Keven to the point where he could no longer deny his feelings.

When Tolsten stood close to him or moved in certain ways, Keven's lust for the youth flamed brightly. He longed to find out what it would be like to touch his smooth chest, to stroke his shining hair, to kiss him on the back of his long neck, to fondle his ... He usually managed to stop himself there.

He tried very hard to steer his thoughts and feelings away from Tolsten. He told himself that it was not real, that his lust for Tolsten was a side effect of having watched him masturbate, combined with the lack of female companionship.

However, he knew that sex between males in the slave pen was not uncommon. Many of the slaves had paired up with each other and were openly loving. Others were more discreet, and some shifted from partner to partner.

There was a voice in Keven's head which argued that it would be good for him to have sex with Tolsten. Why should I deny us whatever pleasure we can get in this place of so much pain? He obviously wants it. I want it. Why not?

The youth was relentless in his pursuit of Keven. He would walk past him, very close, his shoulder brushing Keven's arm or his hand bumping Keven's thigh. Such 'accidental' contact always sent a shudder of desire through Keven. Tolsten would drop something in front of him so he could bend over to pick it up, giving Keven a close-up of his tight little ass. He would find excuses to hand Keven things, and his fingers touched with the delivery, sending sparks up Keven's arm. His eyes were always on Keven's, beautiful, hopeful, haunted and lustful.

The weeks passed slowly. Keven's obsession did not wane, nor did the firmness of his cock. When Tolsten was near, which was often, he was almost always hard.

He had promised himself that he would not watch the youth masturbate again. But Tolsten seemed insatiable. He masturbated every night, sometimes more than once, and even if Keven didn't watch, he was aware of Tolsten's actions. He could hear the faint slurp of fingers sliding on a cum-slickened shaft, hear the quick small pants of breath as he brought himself closer, and always the small cry of ecstasy and the splatter of cum across his bare chest. Lord! Even when he didn't watch, he almost came himself just from the visualization that went along with the sounds.




Sex Slave Ch. 06



He was afraid to jack himself off because he knew Tolsten would watch. His need ratcheted up to consume his thoughts, burning him up inside. He was insane with desire for the beautiful youth. He started having wet dreams almost every night. Some were about Saeri. Most were about Tolsten. Tolsten was underneath him, his long hair shining down his back, his body writhing in need, his sensual mouth moaning out his pleasure as Keven ... fucked him. God! Am I going crazy?

****

One afternoon about three months after Tolsten's arrival, Keven stepped into a hole at the rock quarry and twisted his ankle. He had several very bad moments while the slaver handlers tried to get him to go back to work, but he was unable to put any weight on his foot without experiencing excruciating pain.

Luckily his ankle puffed up immediately to double its normal size, and this convinced the handlers that he was actually hurt. They allowed him to sit in the shade for the remainder of the afternoon, and when it was time to return to the slave pens, they let Rees carry him. Rees was a giant of man and had no trouble transporting Keven, who was of medium height and slender build. Tolsten followed along behind them, exclaiming how big and strong Rees was until both Rees and Keven became annoyed.

There was another bad moment for Keven when the doctor examined his ankle, turning his foot this way and that while he gasped in pain. The doctor decided that his ankle wasn't broken, just badly sprained. Keven would need to stay off it for several days, at least.

Keven had been bold enough to ask the doctor if Saeri still worked for him. The doctor gave him a curious look but didn't answer. Keven was exceedingly frustrated.

The next morning while the slaves were lining up to join the chain gang, Keven stayed on his blanket and watched. Suddenly Tolsten ran to the toilet trough and vomited noisily.

"What's wrong with you?" one of the handlers asked him.

"I don't know. My stomach feels horrible," Tolsten answered, spewing another bit of bile into the trough.

"Okay. You stay here for the day," the handler commanded.

Tolsten nodded and hung his head over the trough again, but Keven was pretty sure he saw a brief smile flicker across his face. As soon as the handlers and slaves had gone, Tolsten rinsed his mouth out and came to sit on Rees's blanket next to Keven. He did not look sick at all. They were the only slaves who did not go the quarry that day.

Keven and Tolsten played stones all morning. There were several different games that the slaves had invented using various small, colored stones that they picked up in the quarry. Eventually they tired of playing the games, and in the heat of the afternoon Keven stretched out on his blanket and fell asleep.

He awoke some time later, warm and drowsy, to find Tolsten curled up next to him with his blanket across both of them. Keven propped himself up on an elbow and watched Tolsten sleeping. His smooth hair was pulled back away from his lovely face and his long dark lashes fluttered slightly, as if twin black butterflies had landed on his face. He looked peaceful and happy. Not wanting to disturb him, Keven settled back down with a small sigh and drifted back to sleep.

The next thing he was aware of was a tight, round butt pressing against his crotch. Tolsten's breathing was ragged, and Keven realized with a shock that he was stroking himself very slowly. A wave of hot lust washed over Keven. Tolsten was naked under the blanket! Blood stampeded into Keven's cock and he involuntarily took in a deep, sharp breath.

Tolsten glanced back at him, his eyes heavy with passion.

"Keven!" he breathed. He reached back and grabbed Keven's hand.

"Oh please," he begged softly, grinding his butt into Keven's growing erection. "Please, help me." He placed Keven's hand on his cock. It was rock hard and slick.

Keven hesitated. Tolsten's hand wrapped around the outside of Keven's, keeping it firmly on his cock.

"Oh, please ... please me." His voice was a raspy whisper. His body was shuddering with desire.

Keven closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The scent of Tolsten's arousal was intoxicating. He stroked his hand slowly down the youth's long shaft.

Tolsten gasped and his whole body went stiff as a board. A long low moan came out of his sensuous mouth as Keven began sliding his hand up and down his cock.

What the hell are you doing, Keven? Keven ignored the voice in his mind. He was already past the point of no return. Tolsten's euphoria was powerful and addictive. Look at how he responds to my touch! See how much pleasure I'm giving him?

Keven could not stop. He didn't want to stop. He slid his hand faster up and down Tolsten's hard dick as the youth gasped and shuddered and bucked against him.

Keven own cock, now fully engorged, pressed hard into the youth's wriggling butt. Pre-cum leaked steadily out of Tolsten's slit, slickening his cock. His face was contorted in anguished pleasure and soft mewling sounds came in a rapid torrent from of his mouth. Keven quickened his pace. He felt close to orgasm himself.

"Oh, yes! Keven, yes!" With a small cry, Tolsten orgasmed. Keven felt the semen surge up his cock as Tolsten's body spasmed hard. Hot liquid smeared across his hand and he knew that Tolsten had just cum all over his own chest and stomach and probably his blanket as well.

Suddenly embarrassed, he let go of Tolsten's member and closed his eyes. What have I done?

"I'm sorry," he mumbled shamefully.

"For what?" Tolsten asked, still breathless. He pulled away slightly to look at Keven curiously. "My God, that was amazing! Thank you!"

As Tolsten grinned up at him, Keven felt slightly less guilty.

Suddenly, Tolsten squirmed around and put his hand on Keven's iron hard cock.

Keven cried out a soft, "Oh, God!" as his body spasmed involuntarily.

"Let me do you now!" Tolsten said eagerly.

Before Keven could protest, Tolsten dove under the blanket and pulled Keven's breechclout down. Perhaps afraid that Keven would deny him, he immediately took all of Keven's engorged cock into his mouth, deep into his throat.

A blaze of delight lit up Keven's groin and he let out a small scream. He was instantly helpless; all thoughts of resistance vanished. He gave himself over to the beautiful youth, and Tolsten enthusiastically sucked his cock. His long, shining hair spilled across Keven's hips in soft waves and Keven entwined his fingers in its lushness.

He was quickly on the edge of orgasm, but then Tolsten backed off, kissing and licking his balls in languorous torture. He slowly tongued his cock around its sensitive head, sucking the pre-cum from the slit, before taking it deep into his throat again to bring him back to the brink. This torment went on for some time as Tolsten pleasured him beyond all reason. Keven was completely undone.

"Oh please," he begged as Tolsten teased him again. "Please ... I need to cum!"

Tolsten swallowed him down again and his pitiful begging became incoherent babble. Finally Tolsten capitulated, bringing him over the edge. He ejaculated a flood of cum deep into the youth's throat as his body was wracked with a powerful orgasm. His anguished cry echoed across the great room.

"God, oh God!" Keven exclaimed softly as he started to recover. I had no idea it could be like that with another man.

Tolsten emerged from under the blanket with a big grin on his face, and he kissed Keven quickly on his lips. Keven was surprised by the kiss, but pleased. He reached for Tolsten to kiss him again, but a movement caught his eye. He glanced up to see a handler standing on the platform above them, watching. A cruel smile touched the handler's lips and Keven was overcome by a sickening feeling that something very bad would result.

"Shit!" he cried.

Tolsten followed his gaze and paled visibly. "What do you think they'll do to us?" he whispered.

"I don't know," Keven answered. The handlers usually did not interfere with things that happened in the slave pens unless the slaves were causing serious injury to each other. "Hopefully nothing."

He smiled bravely at Tolsten, but a hard lump of dread lodged in the back of his throat and stayed there for several hours.

When the other slaves returned from the quarry, Keven had a few moments of discomfort before he realized that Rees was oblivious to everything that had happened. As long as he did not touch Tolsten while the other slaves were around, no one would know.

This was not as simple as it seemed. Tolsten came to sit next to Keven on his blanket and talked with him and Rees for most of the evening. Keven wanted to hold Tolsten close, to nibble on his delicate ear and kiss his warm lips. He could smell Tolsten's heady, musky scent and he wanted very badly to have his cock back in that warm, tight throat. He spent the evening trying to calm his erection. He noticed Tolsten had a hard-on all evening too. Eventually Keven sent Tolsten back to his own blanket and settled down for the night.

Sleep did not come quickly, however. His mind wrestled with thoughts about the sex he had shared with Tolsten. He did not feel as remorseful as he thought he should. He definitely wanted more of the luscious boy, but he was afraid of the ramifications of starting a relationship with Tolsten. He worried that taking up with the youth might destroy his friendship with Rees.

Thoughts of Saeri crept into his mind as well, and they stabbed him with sharp pangs of guilt. He had a vague sense that he had betrayed her. He told himself that that was ridiculous. He and Saeri were friends, not lovers. They had kissed once. She had touched his cock once, for a fraction of a second. He would probably never see her again. It made no sense to save himself for her.

It was a long time before he finally fell into a fitful sleep filled with sensual dreams.

Early the next morning, just as the slaves were waking up, a foreman came out on the platform and yelled for Keven and Tolsten, ordering them over to the exit. Keven's insides turned to ice. Tolsten was very pale and his brown eyes went wide with fear.

Keven still could not put any weight on his ankle, so Tolsten wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him limp to the door. In spite of his fear, Keven was acutely aware of the warmth of Tolsten's trembling body next to his.

"What will happen to us?" Tolsten whispered fearfully.

Keven shook his head. "I don't know. I'm really sorry I got you into this."

"It's not your fault," Tolsten protested."It was all me. I wanted sex with you from the moment I first saw you."

Keven looked at Tolsten sharply. "You did? You like boys?"

"I've never had a girl," Tolsten replied simply. "I haven't even seen one close up since before puberty."

"Oh."

****

Keven closed his eyes and let his head loll back against the side of the small pool. He was sitting on a shelf that ran around the perimeter of the tub, and warm water lapped around his shoulders. It felt great to be clean with clean hair.

"How can you relax like that when you know something bad is going to happen soon?" Tolsten asked. He sat on the other side of the pool making small eddies in the water with his hands. Fear flickered about his eyes.

"We don't know for sure something bad is going to happen," Keven pointed out. "Besides, it's useless to worry about something that you have no control over. Best just to enjoy the moment, and right now, I'm enjoying all this warm water." In spite of his words, their immediate future had been uppermost in his mind, and he was much more on edge than he appeared.

"You've been here before?" Tolsten asked. Keven had already told him he was familiar with the room to which they'd been confined. The strange wedge-shaped room made up part of the center circle of an amphitheater. The walls were high and smooth, but there was no ceiling. Anyone sitting in the amphitheater would have a good view into the room, and the occupants of the room were captive, unable to climb out.

"Maybe not this specific room," Keven confirmed looking about, "but one very similar." The room was furnished with a large four-poster bed, a small table and two chairs, a fireplace that was currently unlit, a leopard skin rug before the fire, and a bucket for personal needs. The pool was apparently a feature of all the rooms, as were the shackles on the bedposts and along the wall.

"Did they chain you up?" Tolsten asked, eyeing the manacles on the wall.

"No."

"Something bad happens here, though?" Tolsten pressed.

"I don't know!" Keven answered, exasperated. He did not want to frighten his young friend. "I experienced a great deal of pleasure here," he finally said. "I spent two days having sex with a gorgeous woman. I was also whipped to within an inch of my life."

Tolsten's eyes widened. "All those scars on your back? And the one on your face?" he asked.

Keven nodded. "I think what happens depends on Master Rim's mood."

"Master Rim?" Tolsten squeaked. "You met him?"

"Yes," Keven replied, "and it looks like you get to meet him too," he added under his breath as he caught sight of the grey-haired man approaching the railing above them.

Master Rim was as Keven remembered him, paunchy and flamboyant, but with an eerie calmness about him. His predatory eyes peered down on them intently and a grim smile touched his lips.

"Hello boys," Master Rim's voice was high-pitched, like a child's, but his tone was deadly serious.

A chill raced up Keven's spine and Tolsten let out a small, terrified cry. Being careful not to put any weight on his injured ankle, Keven climbed quickly out the pool. He did not kneel before Master Rim. He had only knelt once, to appease the madman, but instead it had invoked his ire. He was pretty sure Master Rim had guessed his birthright.

Tolsten scrambled out of the pool and threw himself onto the floor near Keven, prostrating himself, his forehead on the stones. His whole body trembled.

Keven stood on one foot, wishing he could kneel. As he looked up at the madman, he hoped he appeared calmer and braver than he felt.

"Word has come to me that you boys have been engaging in some interesting activities," Master Rim said. "What is your name, boy?" Master Rim was clearly addressing Tolsten; he already knew Keven's name.

Tolsten made a noise that sounded like a sob. Keven was overwhelmed with pity for the young man. He knelt next to him and placed his hand on his quivering shoulder.

"Master Rim asked your name," he said softly. "Can you answer him?"

"T ... Tolsten," Tolsten stammered, but so quietly Keven barely heard him.

"That's good," Keven said encouragingly. "Again, a bit louder please."

"Tolsten!" Tolsten managed to add some volume this time, but his voice cracked with fear.

"Tolsten. That is an unusual name." Master Rim fixed a penetrating glare on Tolsten, but the youth was unaware. He appeared to be trying to make himself as small as possible, pulling his knees up under himself, his forehead still to the floor. He was shaking and his breathing was ragged.

"Tolsten! Look at me!" Master Rim commanded.

Tolsten let out a whimper and curled himself up even tighter.

Keven's heart stuck in his throat. "Tolsten!" he hissed. He glanced up at Master Rim, hoping the madman had patience today. Master Rim's face was expressionless, his eyes fixed steadily on Tolsten.

Keven shook the youth's shoulder. "Tolsten!"

Finally, Tolsten sat up slowly and raised his face to Master Rim. Tears flooded down his cheeks and, judging from the dampness on his face, he had been crying hard since Master Rim arrived. His eyes were like saucers.

Keven wanted to wrap his arms around him, hold him tight, and reassure him. Tolsten's terror was excruciating.

Master Rim stared at Tolsten for a long moment, still with no expression on his face. "Okay. Thank you, Tolsten. You can hide your face again now if you like."

Tolsten lost no time in bending back over and burying his face in his arms. He sobbed softly. Master Rim turned his attention to Keven.

"He is an attractive youth—has an interesting look about him. I really don't care what slaves do with each other. However, I do not tolerate lying." Master Rim's voice tightened dangerously on the last sentence.

Keven's heart began to pound in his chest. He suddenly found it difficult to breathe. His mind raced. What is he getting at? Who has lied?

"Keven! You lied to me!"

At this accusation, all of the air left Keven's lungs. Master Rim had just pronounced his death sentence.

Tolsten let out a small wail. Suddenly, he uncurled himself and scrambled quickly over to the bucket that was on the floor behind them. He spent several moments emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket, whimpering and sobbing the whole while.

"What is wrong with him? Is he sick?"Master Rim asked.

"He's terrified, Master" Keven answered. He felt sick himself.

"Tolsten, have you lied to me?" Master Rim asked.

Tolsten shook his head vigorously. "No! No!" he cried out between sobs.

"Tolsten, I will not hurt you. If you obey me and don't lie to me, you have nothing to fear."

Tolsten gulped and swallowed. "K ... K ... Keven!" he stammered.

"I'm afraid Keven has lied to me and will need to be punished," Master Rim said quietly.

Tolsten wailed again and retched once more into the bucket, before curling over again, big heaving sobs shuddering through his body.

Keven felt as if he were made of stone. His limbs were heavy and his muscles seemed not to work.

"He seems to care for you," Master Rim commented dryly.

Keven ventured to defend himself. "I have not lied to you, Master," he said firmly.

A vein stood out on Master Rim's thick neck. "You are digging yourself in deeper, Keven," he warned. "Do you not remember lying to me? You told me you did not like boys. You said you liked women. Do you deny that?"

Oh God! Keven closed his eyes briefly as if to shut out a horrible truth. In Master Rim's eyes he had lied. "No, Master," he answered. His voice shook.

"You had young Tolsten here sucking on your dick yesterday! Do you deny that?" Master Rim's normally quiet voice rose in anger.

"No, Master," Keven managed to answer again. He felt light-headed.

"Then explain how you can deny that you lied to me. I think the evidence is very clear."

Keven swallowed and spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. He would have only one chance to explain. Master Rim was not an indulgent man. "Yesterday was my first time. I did not know I liked boys before then."

"You are saying that yesterday was the first time you've ever had sexual relations with a male?" Master Rim asked, raising an eyebrow and glaring at Keven.

"Yes, Master."

"It's my fault!" Tolsten suddenly cried. He looked up at Master Rim and tears still streamed down his face. His words came out in a rush. "It's my fault. I wanted him. He didn't even want to do anything, but I tricked him into it! He doesn't really like boys!"

"Is this true?" Master Rim asked.

"No," Keven replied quietly, looking down at the stone floor. "I did want him. I am sexually attracted to him."

"Who was the aggressor?" Master Rim asked.

"He was," Keven conceded.

"So, you're saying that you didn't like boys until you met Tolsten and that he managed to change your mind?"

Keven glanced over at Tolsten who was hugging his knees. "Yes, Master."

"And you, Tolsten. This was not your first sexual encounter with a male?"

Tolsten managed to find his voice surprisingly quickly. "No, Master."

"So, you've let other boys touch your dick? Who?"

Tolsten's eyes widened. "I ... we ... some of the other boys in juvie and I ... we used to jack each other off sometimes."




Sex Slave Ch. 06



"And suck each other's cocks?" Master Rim asked.

"No. No we didn't dare that!" Tolsten denied this accusation.

"Are you saying that yesterday was the first time you've ever sucked someone's cock?" Master Rim dared Tolsten to agree with this statement.

"No!" Tolsten shook his head once and his words tumbled out in a rush. "The slave handlers! I ... they made me suck them off. I've done it lots of times, but I never wanted to. Yesterday was the first time that I actually wanted to."

Keven's pounding heart surged painfully to the back of his throat.

Master Rim's voice was too calm. "The handlers forced you to suck them off? And this has been going on for quite some time? Perhaps you'd better start at the beginning and tell me what my handlers in juvie are doing."

Tolsten paled visibly even though his face had already been very white. He took a deep breath, and burst into tears again. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Master!" he gasped out.

"Tolsten, calm down. I'm not mad at you." Master Rim spoke softly, almost tenderly. "Take your time. Tell me your story. How did you become a slave?"

Tolsten was silent for a few minutes, and he seemed to compose himself. Finally, he started speaking in a small voice, punctuated by ragged breaths.

"My father died of illness when I was ten. My mom and I tried to work the farm by ourselves, but my baby brother got sick, and my mother spent a lot of time nursing him and didn't have time to help me. When he died, she was so sad, she still didn't help. In the fall when the landlord came for his grain we didn't have enough. He sold us all into slavery, my mom and me and my two little sisters. I have not seen any of them since."

Keven's jaw clenched in anger. Feudalism in his own country had been abolished several generations earlier. He hadn't heard Tolsten's tragic story before, but the injustice of it infuriated him.

"So you were sold into slavery at the age of eleven?" Master Rim prodded gently. Keven had never seen him appear so sympathetic. "What happened then?"

"Even though I was sold into slavery and brought south to Kreol, I managed to escape during transport. I live for two years on the streets in the city of Urquay, begging and stealing to survive. Unfortunately, I was caught and when they saw the scar on my wrist, they knew I was one of your slaves."

Keven unconsciously fingered the place on his left wrist where he used to have such a scar. When he had first arrived at Master Rim's estate, the doctor had sliced open his wrist and taken a quantity of blood from him, pooling it carefully into a small bottle. Apparently all of Master Rim's slaves underwent the same strange ordeal. However, what was really odd was that Keven's scar had disappeared at some point during the week he was recovering from his whipping. All of Keven's small scars had vanished. Master Rim's other slaves still had the telltale scar on their wrists that marked them as his. 

Tolsten continued his story. "I was brought here and put in the juvie pens. I had only been here a few weeks when a handler took me to a small room where two other handlers waited."

He stopped speaking abruptly and hid his face in his knees, rocking back and forth.

Keven cringed hard inside. He could tell already that this was another story like Saeri's. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to know what had been done to his young friend. He didn't want the images in his head.

"And they made you suck them off?" Master Rim prodded.

Tolsten took a deep breath and spoke into his arms. "No ... that came later," he replied slowly. "They raped me first." He started to shake and Keven put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"This was not a one-time thing, was it?" Master Rim asked.

"N ... no. They must have enjoyed themselves, because they began doing it every couple of days. Finally, it didn't hurt so much anymore—I figured out how to relax. But then they would punch me or squeeze my balls or do other things to make it hurt. They wanted it to hurt!"

Master Rim's face was still inscrutable, his voice quiet and restrained. "So, this went on for many years?"

"Yes, a couple of times a week until I was moved out of juvie. The handlers for the adults have not touched me."

"Thank you, Tolsten," Master Rim said softly. The vein on his neck stood out in sharp relief. He turned abruptly and strode away from the railing, disappearing from view.

Keven found himself breathing heavily. My god! The kid was abused for years! No wonder his eyes are so haunted.

Tolsten's story had affected him much the same way Saeri's story had. He felt ill. He also wanted to murder someone with his bare hands. Several someones. He wondered if Master Rim felt the same.

Tolsten sat up slowly and stared at the place where Master Rim had been. He felt wrung-out, but strangely comforted. His friends in juvie had of course known what was going on. Some of them had been victims as well. It felt good to tell someone else about it.

Keven's breath caught when he saw Tolsten's face. His haunted eyes held so much misery, it was heartbreaking.

"Do you suppose Master Rim will do something about it?" Tolsten asked.

"Maybe. I don't know how Master Rim's mind works." He shifted to a sitting position and gathered Tolsten into his arms. "I am sorry! I am sorry you were hurt," he whispered into his soft hair.

Tolsten clung to Keven and they sat together quietly for a long time. Keven stroked the youth's long, smooth hair.

"You are beautiful," he whispered into Tolsten's ear. Tolsten hugged him more tightly.

A small noise drew Keven's attention up to the railing. Master Rim had returned and was standing there watching them. When he saw that Keven had noticed him, he spoke.

"I am running an investigation into my juvie handlers' activities. You will not speak of this to anyone. Once I determine exactly who is doing what, they'll be punished. Tolsten, I want you to help decide what punishment they should endure. What do you think is appropriate in this situation?"

Tolsten looked agog. "I ... I don't know," he stammered. "I don't care about punishment, I just want to make sure they don't rape anyone ever again."

Master Rim's piercing eyes bore into Tolsten's for several long seconds before he said, "Done!"

Keven shuddered.

"Now, as for Keven's punishment ..." Master Rim continued.

Keven stiffened.

"I believe that young Tolsten here seduced you. I believe that he caught you by surprise and awakened in you sexual urgings that you didn't know you had."

Keven's heart leapt at these words and hope flared within him, but Master Rim wasn't finished.

"However, I still think you should be punished."

Of course you do! You're too much of a sadist to let an opportunity like this get away! Keven's chest tightened as he waited to hear his sentence. Tolsten let out a small wail and began to tremble in Keven's arms.

Keven hugged him tightly. "I'll be fine," he whispered into Tolsten's ear. "I don't think he's planning to kill me."

"No!" Tolsten cried suddenly, sounding panicked. He pulled away from Keven and looked up at Master Rim. "Please don't hurt him, Master. Please!" he begged.

"All right Tolsten. How about if I let you decide on his punishment?"

Tolsten's eyes widened. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.

"Tolsten, would you like Keven to suck on your dick?"

Tolsten stole a glance at Keven, and finally said, "Yes," in a small voice.

"Tolsten, would you like to make love to Keven?" Master Rim asked.

Tolsten's face blanched. He looked very uncomfortable and said nothing.

"Tolsten, I asked you a question, and I know you'll answer me truthfully," Master Rim said. "Would you like to fuck Keven?"

"I ... I want him to fuck me ... if he wants to."

"Let's not think about what Keven wants," Master Rim spoke as if he were talking to a small child. "I want to know what you want. You would like Keven to fuck you?"

Tolsten hesitated a long moment before he whispered, "Yes."

"Very well, then. Keven, for the next forty-eight hours you are Tolsten's sex slave. You will suck him off. You will fuck him. You will do whatever he wants you to do, and you will let him do whatever he wants to you. You belong to him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Keven was in shock.

"Tolsten, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. Keven is your sex slave. Do what you will."

"Yes, Master."

With that, Master Rim turned and strode from view. Keven stared after him, dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tolsten clung to Keven and his waterworks started up again.

"Hey, shhhh, shhhh," Keven comforted him. "Why are you sorry? Why are you crying?"

"I ... I don't want to force you into sex with me!" Tolsten wailed.

"It won't be forced," Keven assured him, smiling. "I'll be a willing participant."

"Really?" Tolsten asked, searching Keven's face hopefully.

"Yes, really. As far as punishments from Master Rim go, this seems pretty damn good to me."

Tolsten nodded and sniffled. "I suppose you're right."

"It may even be the opposite of punishment," Keven said huskily. His hand inched toward Tolsten's cock.

Tolsten pulled away to look at him, a gleam in his eye. "Would you like me to suck you off?"

At this suggestion, blood immediately began to flow into Keven's penis. "I am your sex slave," he said coyly. "If you want to suck me off, I have to let you."

Tolsten's eyes widened in surprise and he looked hurt for a fraction of a second. Then he took in the smile that played around the corners of Keven's lips and glanced down at his cock. It was already almost at full attention.

"All right, slave!" he commanded with a grin. "Right here, right now. Lay down!"

Keven dutifully laid back onto the cool stone and spread his legs. His cock jerked in anticipation.

Tolsten straddled Keven and smothered his mouth with passionate kisses. His hard cock bobbed against Keven's taut stomach.

Keven had never kissed a man before, but with this youth he found it extremely erotic. Tolsten's long hair, still damp from the pool, draped around his face. His lips were soft but urgent and little whimpers came from his mouth. Tolsten began plowing his hips madly against Keven's as they kissed, their erections sliding together between their bellies.

When Tolsten paused to gasp, Keven took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the youth's mouth, thrusting. He grabbed Tolsten's firm butt with both hands and bucked up into him as the youth writhed on top of him.

Tolsten's whole body felt like it was on fire. Keven was hot and hard under him. His world exploded with ecstasy. With a strangled cry he ejaculated, his thin body bouncing uncontrollably against the larger man's. Warm sticky cum slickened their bellies.

He began to laugh, a little embarrassed at how easily he had cum. "Oh, God, Keven! You turn me on so much!" he gasped.

Keven had not cum, but was very close. Sweat dampened his hot skin and his breath came in short pants. He thrust against Tolsten, groaning with desire.

Tolsten pulled away and smirked down at him. "Slow down, slave. It's not your time to cum yet! I want to suck you off."

Keven groaned again, torn between immediate gratification and the lure of Tolsten's talented tongue.

Tolsten began by lapping the cum off Keven's belly. His tongue found one of Keven's nipples and teased it into a hard nub. His fingers made their way to the other nipple and twisted. Keven moaned and writhed.

Chuckling softly, Tolsten kissed a path down Keven's belly, following his treasure trail of soft dark hairs. He worked over Keven's hard nipples with his fingers, pinching and twisting, while he kissed Keven's balls gently. His long tongue slid out to lick them slowly.

Keven cried out softly and his cock bounced, aching to be touched. He twined his fingers through the youth's long locks, trying to urge him up to suck. Tolsten snickered and continued torturing Keven's balls.

"Tolsten, Tolsten ... please!"

Keven thought he might shoot his load any second, the torment to his balls was so exquisite. Suddenly Tolsten snuck one of his hands between Keven's legs and yanked on his balls.

"Ow ... Wha?" Keven gasped in shock and pain.

"Not yet, slave! Don't you dare cum yet. I'm not done torturing you."

"Oh, you fucker!" Keven cried.

"That comes later."

"You wait! I'll get my reven ... unh!" Keven's threat was cut short as Tolsten swallowed his cock deep into his throat. He was immediately back on the edge. As Tolsten sucked, he slid his hand below Keven's balls and began fingering his tight star.   Keven gasped in surprise at the strange sensations induced by Tolsten's touches. The youth wet one of his fingers in his mouth and slipped it into Keven's tight passage very slowly. He continued to bounce the head of Keven's cock against the back of his throat. Keven was incapable of coherent thought.

When Tolsten curled his long finger and stroked the bundle of nerves in Keven's prostate, he writhed up off the floor slamming his cock even further down Tolsten's throat. His balls erupted through his cock spewing massive amounts of cum down Tolsten's waiting throat. His body quaked and shook and spasmed for what seemed an eternity.

As his consciousness slowly returned to him, he could only quiver and moan.

Tolsten moved up to kiss him. He panted around the kisses.

"My God, boy! Where did you learn that?"

"Did you enjoy it?" Tolsten asked, grinning.

"Unbelievable! Incredible!"

Tolsten nuzzled his neck for a few moments, before jumping up. "Can't catch me!" he cried and leaped into the pool.

Keven slid in after him and managed to grab him under the water. He pulled him close and tickled him. They wrestled and splashed, laughing. When they were out of breath and half-drowned, Tolsten pulled away and drew himself up to sit on the side of the pool. His cock was fully engorged.

"Okay, slave!" he commanded. "Suck my dick!"

Keven complied. How could he do otherwise? Master Rim had commanded. But he so wanted to!

He stayed in the water and positioned himself between Tolsten's legs. He started by licking Tolsten's swollen balls, tentatively and experimentally. As Tolsten quickly succumbed and began to moan with pleasure, he gained confidence, moving on to Tolsten's long shaft. He alternated between licking and sucking, trying to tease Tolsten the same way he had been teased.

When Tolsten started to beg, he couldn't torture him anymore and took as much of his cock into his mouth as he could. The youth began thrusting his hips, and Keven had to concentrate to suck and breathe. The noises Tolsten was making were extremely erotic. He was just about to slide his finger into Tolsten's anus, when the gorgeous boy spasmed and screamed. Keven's mouth was suddenly full of salty-sweet cum. He choked and swallowed quickly several times, managing to get most of the sticky goo down.

Tolsten lay very still and moaned softly. "Keven, that was amazing!"

"It was good for you?"

"Oh, yes! You can do that to me any time!"

Keven smiled and kissed him.

***

Tolsten licked the soft skin behind Keven's ear and enjoyed feeling the shudder that ran through his lover.

They sat on the leopard skin rug in front of the fire, finishing off the mead that had been served with lunch.

The food had been a selection of fine meats and cheeses, freshly baked bread, and tropical fruits. Keven suspected that they had been catered to by Master Rim's personal chefs. Tolsten's excitement and enthusiasm over the meal had been endearing. He had not had anything except slave fare in over five years. Both of them had enjoyed the meal immensely.

Tolsten had also never had mead before and was feeling more than a little frisky. His fingers found their way to Keven's heavy balls. He massaged gently.

Keven shifted to give him better access. He captured Tolsten's pouty lower lip in his mouth and sucked.

Tolsten began moaning. He straddled Keven so their cocks were side-by-side, twin spires jutting up from a forest of dark curly hair. Tolsten's cock was slightly longer and thinner than Keven's. He put his hand around both of them and began to slide it slowly up and down. Before long both of them were panting and leaking pre-cum.

"Keven, I want you inside me!" Tolsten moaned.

"You're ready now?"

"Yes, yes!"

"There's some oil in one of those bottles over by the pool," Keven said. "I think it would help. I'd fetch it, but my foot..."

Tolsten turned large eyes on Keven. "I don't think we need it."

"Tolsten, no! We need it. It will make things much easier."

"I don't want it easy! I want it hard!"

"Oh, it will be plenty hard anyway!" Keven laughed. "Please go get the oil."

In answer, Tolsten climbed off of Keven and lowered his chest to the floor, pushing his butt up into the air. Fuck me now, slave!" he demanded, making suggestive thrusts.

Looking at Tolsten in such a submissive position pushed major buttons for Keven. "Lord, Tolsten! You are so fucking sexy!" Keven pulled himself up to kneel behind him.

Tolsten whimpered and pushed his ass toward Kevin's hard cock.

" Slow down! I don't want to hurt you." Keven's voice was husky with desire.

"You won't hurt me." Tolsten cried. "Just please—fuck me!"

Keven wet a finger in his mouth and slid it into Tolsten's tight passage. Tolsten's muscles opened to accommodate it easily. As Keven began to wiggle his finger, looking for Tolsten's prostate, Tolsten groaned in frustration.

"Fuck me!" he wailed. "Take that finger out! Put your cock in me! Now, slave!"

"But ..." Keven tried to protest.

Tolsten grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his ass. "Now! Fuck me!" His fingers closed on Keven's cock and he tried to guide it to his hole.

"Are you sure?" Keven still hesitated. His cock was dripping pre-cum and he wanted it inside Tolsten badly—this was just like the erotic dreams he'd been having. He was still afraid of hurting his young friend, though.

"Yes, damn it, slave!" Tolsten screamed at him. "Fuck me!"

Keven carefully positioned his cock at the entrance to Tolsten's passage and very slowly pushed. It was very tight, but he pushed steadily and the head popped in.

Tolsten gasped and Keven froze, wanting to give Tolsten time to adjust. He felt amazing.

"Fuck me!" Tolsten screamed again and pushed toward Keven. In one move, Keven's cock slid fully into Tolsten.

"Oh, God!" Keven cried, as the tight, hot channel enveloped his cock. "Oh, fuck!" He didn't move. He was afraid of hurting Tolsten, and he was afraid he'd cum instantly.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Tolsten begged, bucking his hips.

"Wait, stop!" Keven gasped.

"It doesn't hurt! It feels great! Go!" Tolsten cried, trying to start a rhythm.

"I'm ... I'm going to cum already. Please wait."

Tolsten stopped moving. "Fuck, Keven, you feel so good!"

Keven started moving slowly in and out. Tolsten moaned in ecstasy. He matched Keven's rhythm and urged him to a faster pace.

Keven pumped and groaned. Tolsten felt so tight, so hot ... so good. He clenched his teeth and fought against his gathering orgasm. He wanted this first time to last.

Tolsten grabbed his own cock, which was fully engorged and dripping, and pumped once. He screamed as his body convulsed. Long ropes of semen shot from his cock and splashed onto the rug. His cock continued to pulse, smaller spurts of semen dribbling forth.

Tolsten's muscles tightened around Keven's cock as he orgasmed. The visual of Tolsten orgasming under him, his body tensing in ecstasy, his beautiful hair spilling across his back, pushed Keven over the edge. He pumped volumes of cum into Tolsten's hot channel as an impassioned cry ripped from his throat.

Finally, he collapsed on top of the youth, quivering. They lay together breathing heavily for some minutes. Both of their bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air.




Sex Slave Ch. 07



This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

All characters engaged in sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

This chapter contains descriptions of torture that may be disturbing. Please read at your own discretion.

Many thanks to editor Lin Hall and beta reader nomoretears00. You are keeping me honest—well, sort of!

Sex Slave - 7: Matsen

Rees hadn't spoken to Keven in weeks—not since he found out his friend had taken Tolsten as a lover. Most of the slaves quickly figured out that Keven and Tolsten were together. Tolsten could not keep his hands off Keven and Keven did not try too hard to discourage him.

It twisted Rees up inside to watch them together. He had been raised to believe that what they were doing was wrong. Men were made to be with women, not with other men. His own unwelcome experience with male-male sex fueled his discomfort.

Rees grieved for his lost friendship. Keven tried several times to talk to him, but Rees rebuffed him. He did not have anything to say to Keven that was not spiteful. At first he had been furious with Keven, but as time passed, his anger faded until he just felt hurt ... and lonely.

He began to wrestle with the moral implications of male-male sex. Was it really always wrong? He had to admit, Keven seemed happier. Tolsten seemed ecstatic. Clearly they had a positive relationship.

One day Rees chanced to be chained behind Keven on the slave gang, and he ventured a question. "So, you're gay now?"

Keven was surprised that Rees had spoken to him. He smiled warmly and replied, "No. I don't think so. I still like women. If we ever make it home, I imagine I'll settle down with some sweet girl and raise a family."

This surprised Rees. He'd thought that you had to be one way or another. He followed up with another question, "But while you're here, you're going to have sex with men?"

"With Tolsten, yes. I don't see that there is any harm caused by it. Do you?"

Rees did not have an answer for that question other than a vague assertion that it was wrong, so he said nothing.

"It's incredibly fun, really," Keven added. He stopped just short of saying, "You should try it." Rees was standing too close; he didn't want to get slugged.

Rees nodded and the conversation ended, but the painful silence between them had been broken. They slowly began to repair their shattered friendship. Rees tried very hard to be understanding and non-judgmental. Keven tried to be patient with Rees and keep his relationship with Tolsten discreet, at least when Rees was around. He could see how uncomfortable Rees became when they got intimate.

But their friendship was not as easy as it had been before. Keven knew that Rees had been deeply shocked by his behavior. It would take time to rebuild the trust they had once shared. And now Tolsten was in the mix too. It didn't help that Tolsten liked to flirt with Rees, which annoyed Rees and amused Keven. However, Rees and Keven had been through a lot together and had similar beliefs about most things. The exploration of their differences added another layer to their friendship, ultimately making it stronger.

****

About a month after Keven and Tolsten became lovers, they were summoned. Tolsten was beside himself with dread. He clung tightly to Keven's hand as they exited the slave pens.

Once outside, Keven immediately noticed that their treatment by the slave handlers was different from usual. The handlers seemed ... cautious. Their hands were gently but firmly bound with long leather straps in front of them, rather than behind their backs. Two handlers held the hooded choke-chain devices, but they did not use them.

They were led by the straps on their wrists down the long twisting passageways of the estate, through lush courtyards with tinkling fountains, and past countless rooms filled with opulence and whimsy.

At the entrance to the private part of the estate, their handlers passed them over to a different set of handlers and their journey continued. The new handlers, Keven noted with interest, were treating them even more carefully. Are they afraid of us? They seemed agitated and Keven's apprehension grew.

Eventually they arrived at Master Rim's private amphitheatre. Keven had anticipated their destination but still could not stop the tightness that constricted his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Tolsten was as pale as a spirit and his large, expressive eyes betrayed the fear that gripped him.

Keven's heart skipped a beat when, instead of being led around the winding passageway to one of the wedge-shaped rooms, they were herded up the steps into the audience section. They were made to sit on seats in the front row. The handlers produced manacles and chains, which they used to secure them to their seats. Both their wrists and ankles were chained, and there was little play in the restraint system. They could only move their arms a few inches from the arm rests.

After the handlers departed, Tolsten shot a worried look at Keven. "Why are we chained here? What happens now?"

Keven almost smiled. It was endearing how Tolsten looked to him for all the answers, even when he was clearly as much in the dark as Tolsten.

"I can only guess that we are supposed to watch."

Tolsten's wide eyes widened even more. "Watch what?" He whispered, as if afraid to speak aloud.

Keven took a deep breath. He did not imagine that whatever it was would be pleasant. He shook his head in answer.

They suffered their apprehension in silence for what seemed like a long while.

"Well, hello boys!" Master Rim's childlike voice came from behind them. Keven jerked his head around to see Master Rim striding down the aisle, brandishing his long whip. He looked jovial.

"I trust you two are well?" He smiled pleasantly as if greeting old friends.

"Yes, Master, thank you." Keven responded immediately in a polite tone. What the hell does this fucker want with us?

"Yes, Master." Tolsten's voice was a frightened whisper.

Master Rim eased his considerable bulk into the seat next to Tolsten and beamed at them.

Loud alarm bells clanged in Keven's head. The friendly Master Rim was just as terrifying as the emotionless Master Rim. He tried to control his rising panic. He smiled back at Master Rim, and stopped himself just before he asked to what they owed this honor. He was a slave. He needed permission to speak.

Master Rim's intense blue eyes bore into his and he fought the urge to squirm. He had never seen his master this close before. It was unnerving. He could see details about the man that had previously escaped his attention—such as the enormous brass codpiece in the shape of a penis and testicles that Master Rim wore. Close up, Master Rim was as perfectly coifed as he appeared from a distance, not a single gray hair was out of place. His gaudy outfit was spotlessly clean and the subtle scent of an expensive perfume surrounded him.

The piercing gaze shifted to Tolsten and softened.

Tolsten's eyes were as large as saucers as he goggled at Master Rim. He was shocked to be so close to his master, seated next to him, almost like an equal. For some reason he was not terrified; he sensed no malice in the madman. Still, he trembled. He could not help but eye the treacherous whip that Master Rim had laid to the side.

"I have finished my investigation into the activities of the slave handlers in juvie," Master Rim explained. "I thought you might want to witness their punishment."

Keven's stomach flip-flopped. He absolutely did not want to observe any of Master Rim's punishments.

Tolsten's knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests of his chair. His mind whirled in confusion.

He had been raped, abused, and terrorized by the slave handlers in juvie for years. He was just now getting used to the idea that the nightmare was over. These men were brutal and sadistic, preying on helpless boys. They deserved whatever punishment Master Rim had decreed. He would feel no pity for them.

He looked down at his feet and took deep, even breaths. His heartbeat slowed and he relaxed slightly. At least he knew now why they were here.

"They will be brought in shortly. I'm sure you'll enjoy the show." Master Rim smiled and his eyes began to glow with anticipation.

Keven suppressed a shudder. He gazed down into the wedge-shaped room before them. It was surprising how good the view was; they would not miss anything. He began to steel himself for the upcoming ordeal, wrapping layers of mental gauze around his feelings. He wondered whether Master Rim would let him close his eyes. He was sure that the sounds would be horrifying enough to feed his nightmares.

Suddenly he felt Tolsten stiffen and glanced quickly over at him. To his horror he saw that Master Rim's hand was resting on Tolsten's bare thigh. The youth was not even breathing, his face frozen in shock.

Strong emotion rampaged through Keven: protectiveness, fear, and outrage. He caught Master Rim's eye and glared at him with an intensity that would have wilted a normal man. His eyes flicked down to the hand on Tolsten's thigh and back to Master Rim's face. His body language clearly said, "You take your fucking hands off him!"

With a small sigh, Master Rim pulled his hand back into his own lap and focused his attention on the room before them.

Tolsten began to breathe again, albeit a bit too rapidly.

Keven continued to glare at Master Rim for a few seconds, adrenalin coursing though his body. Gradually, as the madman ignored him, he began to calm down. What the fuck was that about? Master Rim is attracted to Tolsten! he guessed. Fuck! That can't be good!

The three of them sat in uncomfortable silence for several minutes, before their attention was captured by the arrival of the unfortunate prisoners. They were naked, hooded and chained, and Keven could see that two of them were visibly trembling. All three were large men, tall and beefy.

Tolsten stiffened again. Glancing at his face, Keven saw a world of pain and fear reflected in his large brown eyes as he watched the men who had brutalized him being led to their fate. Keven moved his arm as close to Tolsten's as he could, wishing that he were not restrained so he could hold and comfort the youth.

Tolsten's eyes were glued on the men before them, but he reciprocated Keven's movements and their arms touched, bringing warmth and reassurance.

Two of the hapless slave handlers were led to the manacles along the wall of the room and chained there, facing out. The hooded choke-chains were removed and Keven was able to observe their stark terror. He felt queasy.

The third handler was forced to his knees and his hood was removed, but the choke-chain was left in place with a handler firmly in control.

One of the prisoners on the wall had been crying and his lips still trembled. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. The other one looked angry, and when he spotted Tolsten sitting in the audience, he let out a roar.

"You!" he screamed in rage. "You are the cause of this!"

Tolsten began to tremble beside him and Keven saw his face pale visibly.

"He cannot hurt you now," Keven whispered to him.

Tolsten let out a tiny whimper.

Master Rim jumped to his feet and in two steps he was at the railing. "Enough!" he bellowed. "You will not intimidate my guests. Your days as a rapist are over!" His voice suddenly softened to chilling purr. "In fact, your days of fathering children are over." He flicked his whip impatiently back and forth. "Prepare them!" he commanded.

The meaning behind Master Rim's words began to sink in to Keven. Surely he cannot be planning to... He could not even finish the thought in his own mind. He glanced at Tolsten who sat stock still, his huge eyes fixed on the scene before him, his face blank.

Leather belts with heavy metal rings attached to them were fastened around the waists of the two victims on the wall. Chains were fastened to the rings and then tightly secured to the anchors on the wall. The result, Keven noted, was that the men's pelvises were immobile. Their penises were pulled to one side and tied securely in place with leather thongs. It looked most uncomfortable.

Keven looked at his feet and focused on breathing, slowly and deeply. It was clear to him what Master Rim intended. He did not want to see any more.

The men began to beg piteously. One of them was sobbing. Keven tried to shut out the sound, but he could not block out the horrifying whistle of the whip as it snaked through the air. He cringed automatically, remembering well the pain that that sound brought.

A blood-curdling scream ripped through the amphitheatre. Tolsten let out a wail that was cut short as he leaned forward as far as he could and vomited onto the floor.

Master Rim whirled around to look at Tolsten in surprise. The sudden movement captured Keven's attention. He saw the mad fervor in his master's eyes shift to concern.

"Tolsten, what is wrong?" Master Rim asked, speaking loudly to be heard above the screams of the man he had started mutilating.

Keven looked at Tolsten. He was gagging and choking and a tear had found its way down his cheek.

"I thought you would enjoy seeing their punishment," Master Rim said, speaking more softly now that the unfortunate victim's screams had turned to sobs. "You don't want to watch?"

Tolsten looked at Master Rim with wide, pleading eyes. He shook his head vehemently.

Master Rim looked disappointed. "You don't have to watch if it is painful for you. I will have you taken back to the slave pens. Is that what you want, Tolsten?"

Tolsten nodded, relief apparent on his face. "Yes, Master," he whispered.

"Would you like to stay and watch?" Master Rim addressed Keven.

"No, Master," Keven managed to find his voice, even though his mouth was bone dry. His stomach was churning.

"Very well!" Master Rim motioned to the nearest slave handler and in a short time Keven and Tolsten were being led away while a slave cleaned up the floor beneath where Tolsten had been sitting.

Tolsten could not help but glance once more at the blubbering man chained to the wall, blood running down his leg. His emotions twisted. So many times he had wished Kurtis dead. Now he wasn't sure what he felt, other than ill.

Once they had been released back into the slave pens, Keven immediately gathered Tolsten into his arms. The youth was pale and trembling.

"I didn't know, Keven." His voice was filled with horror. "I didn't realize he was going to whip their balls!" He sucked in a great raspy breath and buried his face in Keven's chest, his body now starting to shake violently.

Keven held him tightly. What madness!

****

Rees was apparently no longer a breeding slave. He assumed Master Rim was angry with him for having sex with his wife—like he'd had any choice in the matter. In any case, days, weeks and months passed and he was not called upon to have sex with anyone.

In many ways, Rees was very relieved. He did not see Master Rim at all, and for that he was most thankful. He was also not fathering slaves, which had caused him untold hours of worry. However, masturbation was a poor substitute for the real thing. He wanted sex so badly, it was driving him out of his mind.

About seven months after Cici's birthday, fifteen months since he had become a slave, he was pulled out of the slave pens. The familiar terror gripped his chest as he was hooded with the choke chain device. He was under no delusion that Master Rim had suddenly decided to make him a breeding slave again. His master most likely wanted to torture him some more. He swallowed the bile that came up in the back of his throat.

As expected, he was brought to Master Rim's private amphitheatre. Even blinded by the hood, he recognized the cavernous room by the echoes which bounced off the distant walls and the stairs down followed by the curving corridor that encircled the set of wedge shaped rooms that made up the 'stage'.

He crawled through the doorway and stretched out on the floor, nose to the stone, so the slavers could remove the chain and hood.

He had never been deposited in a room that was already occupied. His partner always arrived later, so he was shocked to hear a feminine gasp even before his hood was removed.

As soon as the slavers left, he sat up and looked around. What he saw made his heart stop.

"Arriene!" His voice was full of wonder.

Rees had thought he would never see the girl of his fantasies again. He wondered briefly if he was dreaming. He dreamt about her often—usually wet dreams.

She stood next to the huge bed, staring at him, her gorgeous, dark eyes wide, her full lips slightly parted. She was more beautiful than he remembered, and he wondered how that was even possible. Her ebony hair fell in shining waves to her waist, mostly covering her pert breasts. Her body was long and lean, but shapely. Her flawless skin, a beautiful cocoa color, was the darkest Rees had ever seen.

Although she was naked, his attention focused on her eyes. Surrounded by thick, black lashes, they tilted up slightly at the corners. Her irises were huge pools of molten chocolate. He could drown in them.

She was a rare, exotic, exquisite creature.

*****

Arriene recognized Rees immediately when they brought him in, even before they removed his hood. No one was built like Rees. He was taller even than most of the men from her own country. His chest was chiseled, his arms and shoulders rippling with muscles. A sprinkling of curly blonde hairs covered his chest and his long, muscular legs.

She had been terrified when they brought her to the arena. Rees was the only man she'd ever been with. She had heard stories from the other women about how brutal some of the breeding men could be. She feared for herself, but for her baby even more.

Seeing Rees, her heart sang with joy. It was more than just immense relief. She had often dreamt of seeing him again, of feeling his tender touch and tasting his passionate kisses. Her heart began to pound double-time and her mouth went dry. She climbed off the bed and stood next to it, very still, watching as the slave handlers removed the hood and chains and left.

Oddly, her nakedness did not bother her. When Rees saw her and called her name, the expression of wonder on his face was one she would remember forever. He appeared completely besotted with her and she wondered if she looked the same. She was mesmerized by his eyes, blue as a tropical lagoon. A sigh escaped her lips.

Rees was not sure how long he stared at her, motionless. Bewitched. Suddenly he realized he was not breathing. He gulped in a huge breath of air. That act seemed to unfreeze him, although it did not break him out of his stupor. As if in a dream, he climbed slowly to his feet and approached her. They did not break eye contact.

When he got close to her, she held out both hands, and he took them into his own. A tingle of heat raced up his arms from her touch. They stood close, holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes. Rees could smell her sweet, delicate scent and he was flooded with memories of the time they had spent together. He had not been aware of his cock hardening, but suddenly it was fully erect, jutting out in front of him. He stifled a groan that was as much need as embarrassment.

There was nothing he could do to hide his obvious desire. A sheepish grin crept onto his face that slowly spread into a huge smile. He could not help it. He was elated to be with her again.

She responded with a smile of her own that did more to mend his broken spirit in a second than had seven months of reprieve.

"Rees!" she said, and his name falling from those luscious lips was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. His eyes feasted on hers as if he were a starving man and she was sustenance. Time seemed to stand still.




Sex Slave Ch. 08



This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. 
All characters who engage in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age. 
Warning, this story contains explicit descriptions of male/male sex. 

Many thanks to my editor Lin Hall and my beta reader nomoretears00 for their sharp eyes endless encouragement.

Sex Slave - 8: Lust and Betrayal 

Rees looked at the foreman, startled. Fuck, he's pointing at me! What did he just say? Rees fought to maintain focus as blind terror gripped him. 

The foreman indicated an area away from the slave chain. "Wait over there." 

Rees's body responded to the foreman's command without any input from his brain. He moved to stand in the indicated spot. 

No, God, please! Not again! He begged his deity with all the passion in his heart. His God seemed to have forsaken him of late. 

Every fiber of his being rebelled at the thought of seeing Master Rim soon. He lived in terror that his master would torture his family—his love, Arriene, and his infant son, Matson. He would either have to watch helplessly or commit some terrible atrocity to prevent it. 

He could not stop the very physical reaction that overtook his body. He began to shake and his breathing became ragged. Tears suddenly flooded into his eyes. He blinked them back, biting his lip to stem the flow. His stomach churned, threatening to expel his breakfast. 

He forced his mind to go blank. Just blank. 

He could not stop the trembling in his limbs, and he crossed his arms tightly across his chest in an effort to still them. 

Timor joined him, apparently having been singled out as well. That was a surprise, but it did not diminish the gut-wrenching dread that gripped him. 

Timor looked at him sympathetically and started to lay what was surely meant as a comforting hand on Rees's arm. Rees stiffened and glared at him. He dropped his hand and his gaze. Rees focused once more on breathing and not thinking. 

The foreman was still speaking. "If you know how to read, raise your hand." 

Keven raised his hand, and Tolsten quickly put his hand up too. There were only a handful of slaves who knew how to read. The foreman signaled to Keven and Tolsten to go stand next to Rees and Timor. 

Why would they need someone who knows how to read? The question wormed its way into Rees's fear-numbed brained. He and Timor had likely been chosen because of their size, he realized; they were the largest men in the pen. Perhaps they were not to be tortured today. Did he dare to hope? 

"You can read?" Keven leaned over and hissed this question into Tolsten's ear. Slaves were not supposed to speak unless spoken to. 

Tolsten shook his head, "no." 

"Tolsten!" Keven whispered more loudly than he meant to. "What are you thinking?" 

Tolsten's beautiful brown eyes widened and fear flickered across his young face. 

Why would he pretend he could read? Sometimes Keven didn't understand Tolsten at all. He hoped they would be in a situation where he would be able to cover for Tolsten's mistake. 

They stood quietly while the slave handlers chained them together and bound their hands behind them. They took no chances. Keven had been looking for weaknesses in their methods since he'd arrived. There had been none. Their procedures were foolproof and were always followed to the letter. Master Rim's estate ran like a well-oiled machine. There was never a hitch in the perfect purr of the engine. 

They were led down endless, convoluted corridors in the sprawling estate, and then down into the bowels of the basement. The air cooled noticeably as they descended several levels, down a crooked, twisting staircase. The floor seemed almost damp beneath their feet and the unrelenting stench of mildew assailed them. 

Hope flared in Rees's breast. They were not being taken to the amphitheatre. Maybe he wouldn't be seeing Master Rim today after all. The dim, dank basement, however, did not engender positive feelings and Rees was still full of trepidation. 

After they passed through a set of heavy doors, they were delivered into the hands of a man who appeared to be a clerk. The handlers unchained them, leaving them bound. They stayed close, choke-chains and whips at the ready. 

The nervous clerk showed them further down a wide hallway, pausing in a doorway to address them. 

They crowded around the doorway to the large room. It was mostly full. Crates, sacks, and barrels were piled haphazardly, interspersed with odds and ends of equipment and tools. 

The clerk indicated the closest large barrel, upon which sat a leather-bound ledger book, quill and ink pot. As the small man began to address them, he looked up at Rees and Timor, craning his neck as he tilted his head back to see their faces. He took a few fidgety steps into the room. 

"You are here to do inventory," his voice squeaked. 

Inventory? A smile of relief split Rees's handsome face. Thank you, God! 

"Ahem," the clerk cleared his throat, seeming to make an effort to calm himself. He glanced behind them at the handlers and took a deep breath. 

"We have two large rooms of stuff that need to be organized, counted and catalogued. You'll work in teams of two, a worker and scribe; each team will take a room. You will finish by the end of the day." 

The consequences of not finishing on time were left unspoken, but none of the slaves made the mistake of assuming that was a viable option. They would work their asses off to be done by the end of the day, although this far underground it would be difficult to tell when that might be. 

After insuring that they knew how to fill out the ledger books, the clerk quickly scurried out. The handlers freed Tolsten of his bonds and took their leave, bolting the heavy doors behind them. 

Tolsten lost no time in freeing the others. He was bursting with excitement. 

"We get to spend the whole day unsupervised!" 

"You're just damn lucky that's the case," Keven said dryly. "This could have gone very badly for you." 

Both Rees and Timor looked curious. 

"He can't read," Keven explained. 

"What?" Timor was aghast. "Why would you tell them you could read if you can't? That's crazy!" 

Tolsten's animated face darkened with shame. He responded slowly, his eyes flickering from face to face, begging understanding. "I don't know. Sometimes I don't think. I wanted to go with you! I thought maybe I could fake the reading part." 

Rees shook his head and Timor looked at Tolsten with an expression that bordered on incredulous. "You can't fake knowing how to read." 

"Timor can you read?" Keven asked hopefully. 

"As a matter of fact, I can," Timor replied. "My father is a merchant. I have been trained for business." 

Keven looked relieved. "That's great!" He turned to Tolsten and scolded. "You are damn lucky! If Timor couldn't read, we would all need to work the same room, and I doubt we would be close to finishing by the end of the day. You would have jeopardized us all." 

Tolsten looked appropriately chastised. "I'm sorry." 

He shivered suddenly, realizing how cold he was. He rubbed his arms, and began to prance, pulling his feet one by one up from the cold floor. "It's freezing down here." 

"You'll warm up as soon as you start working," Keven told him. He was cold too and longed for woolen leggings and a sweater instead of his body-baring loincloth. 

"I realize we have a lot to do, but shall we explore a bit before we get started?" Timor asked, taking a torch from the wall. 

"Yes, definitely," Keven said. He was always on the lookout for some way to escape. Tolsten ran circles around the others as they explored, sometimes bounding ahead of them like a spaniel, his long sleek ponytail bouncing behind. 

There were two branching hallways, which were dead-ends, all the doors locked save one, which contained a water pump and toilet trough. 

"Wow! Master Rim even has toilets in his basement dungeon!" Tolsten exclaimed. 

"It's not a dungeon," Rees corrected him. It did seem a bit dungeony. He was trying hard not to think about that. 

The main hallway ended at another set of double-doors which were securely bolted. The only unlocked door in the main hallway led to the second room to be inventoried. It appeared much the same as the first, with a ledger and writing materials available there as well. Rees noted with discomfort that there were manacles all along one wall of that room, but it appeared they had not been used in some time. The room was clearly a storeroom now. 

"I guess we'd better get started," Keven said. "Rees and I will pair up in the first room, and you can take the second. I expect it will take you longer since your worker and your clerk are one and the same person." He shot a glare at Tolsten. "We'll come help you finish as soon as we're done." 

Rees and Keven worked and chatted amiably for most of the day. They quickly fell into a rhythm with Keven tracking the inventory and helping move items when he could, and Rees doing most of the heavy lifting. Keven was glad for the chance to bond with his friend again. They carefully avoided talking about Keven's sexual relationship with Tolsten. Rees had obviously come to accept it, but was still not comfortable with it. 

Meanwhile, Tolsten and Timor were getting to know each other. 

"Since I'm the clerk, you are the worker. Better start hauling," Timor stated flatly, as he paged through the ledger book looking for the proper section. 

Tolsten's eyes widened. He looked at Timor and then looked at the quantity of stuff in the room and then back at Timor again. 

Timor had found the page which had a number matching the number on the door to the room and reviewed the items that were supposed to be there. 

"Hmm. There are pecan nuts here somewhere. I wonder if anyone will notice if a few go missing." 

Tolsten grinned. Working with Timor would be fun! Keven would never consider taking anything. 

He had been watching Timor since the giant had arrived in the slave pens a couple of weeks earlier. Timor was the largest man Tolsten had ever seen. He was well-proportioned and supremely muscled, with a nice forest of dark hair over his chest and stomach. His legs were as thick as tree trunks and his upper arms were probably as big around as Tolsten's thin waist. He was not classically handsome, but his dark wavy hair, steel-gray eyes and strong jaw completed a very masculine look. Tolsten had a thing for big men and could hardly help from drooling when Timor was near. The man was just delicious. 

Tolsten loved Keven dearly, but was frustrated with him. Keven always followed the rules—something Tolsten usually avoided if he thought he could get away with it. His lover was also reticent to make love if anyone else was paying attention, which, living on top of each other in the slave pens, was most of the time. Tolsten usually only managed to seduce him in the middle of the night. 

Sex was always, always good, but Keven was too gentle. Tolsten craved rough sex and even though he'd begged Keven for it, Keven did not seem capable of the brutality that Tolsten needed. Tolsten was feeling horny and unsatisfied. 

And now Keven was mad at him for lying about his ability to read. Tolsten chafed a bit at that. It had worked out fine. What was the big deal? 

"It looks like it's mostly foodstuff, but there's also some textiles and tackle and such," Timor said. "My suggestion is that we put all the food along that wall and all of the other stuff along this wall." He waved his hands at two opposite walls. 

Tolsten was peering into crates and poking his fingers at sacks. He ignored Timor. 

Timor was a little irritated with the youth for lying about being able to read, because of course, it would make more work for him. It was hard to stay mad at the excitable boy though. He was just too cute—a mouthwatering morsel. 

Hey! None of that! he warned himself. The boy is taken. 

Observing him now he realized that if he didn't set a precedent right away, he'd end up doing all the work while Tolsten lounged. He noticed a tangle of bridles with reins and managed to disengage one from the pile. 

"Boy!" he yelled. "Get to work!"At the same time, he flicked the long leather rein across the back of Tolsten's bare legs, causing, he was sure, some little sting. 

Tolsten yelped and jumped a foot into the air. He whirled to find the gorgeous giant laughing at him. The back of his thighs stung like hell. His cock immediately turned to stone. He whimpered with desire. 

Timor saw the look of unbridled lust in Tolsten's eyes. The whimper that came out of the youth's mouth thrummed through him, raising the hairs on his arms. His cock spasmed with sudden engorgement. He sucked in a deep breath. Fuck! Better not do that again. The boy likes it too much. 

"Well," he said, trying to sound impatient, "better start hauling." 

"You're not serious? You're not going to help me?" 

"I'm the scribe. You're the worker. Start hauling. I'll make sure everything gets properly recorded." 

With a good-natured grumble, Tolsten picked up the nearest sack of grain, and staggering a bit under its weight, he managed to haul it across the room and place it against the indicated wall. 

The giant smirked at him. "So far, one wheat," he said. "There are supposed to be eight. Let's keep them all together." 

So it went for most of the day. Timor made Tolsten carry everything that was small enough for him to handle, but Timor did a lot of the hauling as well. When he helped, he didn't lose the opportunity to rib Tolsten about him having to do both of their jobs. 

Except for the heavy lifting, Tolsten was in heaven. Timor was huge and handsome and funny—and seemed to be flirting with him. Many hours later, as the pile of unsorted things dwindled, he was exhausted but panting with desire. His boner had become a permanent feature of his anatomy. 

He bent over to pick up a large bag of coffee beans, making sure to wiggle his ass a bit for Timor's benefit. The beans were heavy and his tired muscles trembled with effort. When he finally got the bag onto his shoulder he complained, "Damn, these weigh a ton! I bet even you couldn't carry more than one." 

His comment was an effort to get Timor to help him by showing him that he could carry two, or maybe even three, at a time. To his surprise and delight, Timor scooped him up into his arms. He let out a squeal. 

Timor carried him and the beans across the room without any apparent effort. "I can carry both you and the coffee beans, brat!" Timor laughed. 

Tolsten's big eyes got even bigger. He let the coffee beans rest against his stomach while he ran one of his hands over Timor's unbelievably broad chest, tangling his fingers in the short, curly hair. He was speechless with awe. Their bare skin rubbing gently together with the rhythm of Timor's walk set him aflame. The big man's spicy musk filled his senses, causing his body to tremble and his cock to throb. His eyes locked onto Timor's wide mouth. He needed a kiss. 

Timor set him down on a stack of barrels that was high enough that they were almost eye-level. He took the coffee beans away from him and tossed them to the side as if they weighed nothing. 

The youth was practically swooning. He locked his legs as tightly around the Timor's huge chest as he could, and wrapping his arms around his neck, he pulled himself up for a hot kiss. 

Timor's lips were firm yet soft. Tolsten pressed little, panting, aggressive kisses on him. At first Timor stiffened and Tolsten was afraid that he would pull away. But suddenly he wrapped his arms around the youth and kissed him back with passion. Tolsten opened his mouth and the giant's tongue slipped inside, thrusting and searching. Tolsten submitted to the welcome invasion, a small whimper erupting from the back of his throat. He could not help humping his swollen cock against Timor's washboard stomach as flames engulfed his groin. 

Timor broke away with a gasp and disengaged himself, taking a step back. His face was flushed, and Tolsten could see the red head of his penis poking out of the top of his loin cloth. He almost jumped off the barrel right then to suck on it, but the expression on Timor's face stopped him. 

"What are you doing, Tolsten?" Timor chided. "Kissing me when you're with Keven?" 

Keven? A bright flare of guilt engulfed Tolsten's heart, but he quickly extinguished it. He wanted sex with this magnificent man badly, and he would probably not get another chance. "Keven? Oh, we're not exclusive." 

"You're not?" The giant sounded quite surprised. 

"Of course not. I don't do exclusive," he said loftily. 

Timor looked at him skeptically and grunted, turning away. 

"Oh, please fuck me!" Tolsten begged. He had been flirting like crazy all day, and now he gave up on subtle entirely and let Timor know exactly what he wanted. "I want your giant cock inside me! Oh please!" 

"No!" Timor said firmly over his shoulder. "I'm going to go pee and get rid of our evidence." He scooped up the pile of pecan shells they had created. "You finish hauling all this coffee over there." He strode out the door without a backward glance. 

Tolsten stared after him, his mouth open, his dick throbbing. Damn! When he was kissing me, I was sure he was ready to fuck. The man is a fucking stud horse. If I don't get a piece of his fine, huge cock I'm gonna fucking explode!" 

With a frustrated moan, he jumped off the barrel and began hauling coffee. As he was setting the first bag down, his eyes fell on the set of manacles attached to the wall at a height somewhat above his head. It was the last set along the wall—most of them had already been hidden by the growing pile of foodstuffs—and he saw that there was a key in the lock. 

A vision of himself chained against the wall, being fucked by the giant, jumped into his head. He gasped as if someone had just deep-throated his cock. Fuck! That's what I want! 

The setup was perfect. The door to the room was on the center of one wall. The goods had been piled high along the side walls extending out eight or ten feet, so that there was a wide corridor down the center of the room. Away from the door, on the foodstuff side, there was still about ten feet of open wall where the manacles were. Boxes and barrels were in the way and no one would be able to see anything happening in that corner unless they were almost on top of it. 

Tolsten lost no time in stripping off his loin cloth. He pulled the tie out of his shiny, dark hair, letting it spill loose down his back to where it brushed the top of his butt. He pushed the coffee bean bag under the manacles and stepped onto it. Fiddling with them a minute, he was delighted to discover that they locked automatically when you snapped them shut, and the key did indeed open them. 

He looked around for someplace safe to put the key and had a deliciously evil idea. I'm going to get fucked right now, for sure! After stashing the key, he locked himself into the manacles, facing the wall, and waited for Timor to return. His eyes were lust-blown and his body quivered with anticipation. 

***** 

Timor groaned as he headed down the hall. The youth was too much. Fuck! That boy is hot and horny, and he's making me all kinds of hot and horny too. Even if Tolsten was completely available, and Timor had some doubts in spite of what the boy said, he was simply too small. Timor was not going to force his humungous cock into that tiny ass. He ground his teeth in frustration. Damn that boy for getting me all fucking bothered! 

By the time he returned from the toilet, he had calmed down some, although his cock was still mostly hard. The rest of the day was going to be difficult. He entered the room and didn't see Tolsten. "Where the hell are you, boy?" he bellowed, expecting that the youth was hiding, probably not even in the room anymore, avoiding the rest of the work. He heard a whimper and went to investigate. 




Sex Slave Ch. 08



What he saw took his breath away and sent waves of hot lust coursing through his arteries. The youth was chained to the wall, naked, his impossibly long, sleek hair cascading down his back, his tight butt wiggling enticingly. His face, in profile, was youthful lust, eyes heavy, lips parted, softly panting. 

In two steps he was next to the naked youth, one of his hands going to the boy's taut stomach, his other to his sexy ass. His hot breath puffed against the youth's gorgeous long neck. Fuck! His cock was raging, demanding to be thrust into that tight little hole. He tried to keep a grip on his libido. 

"What the hell are you doing, Tolsten? Did you do this to yourself?" 

The youth whimpered and shook almost like a puppy dog. He turned huge, pleading eyes on Timor and begged in a deep, breathy voice, "Fuck me, please. I need you." 

Timor's knees went weak. How the hell am I supposed to resist this? 

"Tolsten, you crazy mother fucker! Let me get you out of there." 

"Fuck me here! Like this!" The youth writhed against him. 

Timor noted that pre-cum was leaking at steady rate out of the boy's cock. He could not help that his own breath was coming in sharp gasps. His face was inches away from the boy's. Tolsten turned his head and captured Timor's bottom lip between his teeth. 

The kiss was fierce and feral for both of them. Timor grabbed the back of Tolsten's neck and crushed his lips onto the youth's hot mouth. His tongue forced its way in and Tolsten raked it with his teeth before sucking it hard. Timor's tongue thrust rhythmically into the boy's sweet mouth as his body slammed against him, pinning him tight to the wall. Tolsten's moan was a desperate, animal sound. 

Timor was seconds away from whipping his hard cock out and ramming it into the youth's tight ass. He broke away, in sudden panic. Taking a step back, he swallowed hard. 

He could not tear his eyes away from the spectacle of the ravishing youth wiggling with need as he pulled against the manacles, his hard cock bobbing before him sending drops of pre-cum flying. 

Tolsten whimpered. "Please fuck me!" 

Timor took a deep, ragged breath. "Sweetheart, you're just too small. There's no way. I won't fit." 

"No I'm not! Yes you would! Try me, you'll see. I can take you!" The youth begged shamelessly. "Please, oh please! I need you in me!" 

"Fuck!" Timor's thinking mind was rapidly deserting him, melting down into a puddle of molten lust. He needed to get the boy off the wall and back into his loin cloth before he lost all control. 

"Where's the key, Tolsten?" 

The youth giggled. 

"There was a key here. What'd you do with it?" 

"I hid it somewhere nearby," Tolsten said coyly. "See if you can find it." 

"Tolsten! Just tell me!" Timor said, glancing around, almost frantic to get Tolsten free and dressed again. His little naked ass dancing on the end of those chains was sending him over the edge. 

"I'll give you a hint. It's somewhere on my body!" Tolsten said gleefully. 

Timor groaned. "Oh, come on!" He ran his fingers quickly through Tolsten's long, silky hair. The youth shuddered. Finding nothing, he groped quickly around his balls. Tolsten let out a small squeal which went straight to Timor's aching cock. 

"Where the hell...? Oh!" He suddenly realized where the youth might have put the key. "You didn't!" 

Tolsten giggled again. "You'll have to fetch it out." He wiggled his butt suggestively. 

Timor stepped away a few paces. There is no way I can do this without losing it! "I should just leave you here. We'll see what happens when the slave handlers return and find this nice, naked piece of meat hanging on the wall for them." 

"Oh, no! You wouldn't!" Terror flashed across Tolsten's face and Timor immediately relented. 

"I guess not," he said, stepping back next to him, "but it's tempting. You are too much! Let's get this over with." 

He rested one hand on Tolsten's narrow hip to still him and slid his other around to his cock. The youth let out a small scream as Timor rubbed his forefinger around on the head of his penis, coating it with pre-cum. Timor could not stop the groan of desire that escaped his own mouth. His cock was ready to pound nails—or something. 

He probed the boy's tight star with his finger, pushing firmly. Tolsten was wriggling on the end of the chains, emitting a steady stream of mewling whimpers. 

"Hold still!" he ordered. 

The boy stilled himself and Timor slid his finger into his tight, hot channel. 

Tolsten let out a strangled cry and bucked back against his finger. 

"Stop that!" Timor demanded. Damn, has there ever been anyone so sexy? He shuddered with desire as he pulled the youth against himself, his cock poking hard against the boy's tight butt. He could barely breathe. 

He tried to focus on his objective. He could feel the key in Tolsten's anus, but he couldn't grab it. He curled his finger repeatedly in an attempt to snag the key. 

Tolsten's whimpers became a series of low wails. His face was contorted in ecstasy and his sphincter muscles clenched and released Timor's long finger. 

Fuck! I've never felt anything like this. The things he can do with his ass! Timor melted into Tolsten. Having no success with one finger, he withdrew it. Tolsten moaned at the loss, but his moan quickly became a squeal as Timor ran his hand over his leaking cock, soaking his other fingers. 

Timor pushed two fingers into Tolsten, scissoring them, trying to grab the elusive key. 

Tolsten let out a low wail and lost it. Cum shot out of his cock and splashed onto the wall. Timor groaned and grabbed the boy's cock with his other hand, helping him milk the last of his cum, gathering it in his palm. 

When the boy's ass finally quit spasming and he settled some, Timor was finally able to grasp the key between his two fingers and pull it out. He let it drop to the floor with a clatter. 

"Please, please fuck me!" Tolsten cried, humping back into Timor. He could smell the big man's arousal and it fed his fervor. Even though he'd just orgasmed, his only thought was to impale himself on the huge cock that he could feel poking into his butt. Timor growled into his ear and he shuddered, the hairs on his neck raising. 

Timor had lost his control when Tolsten orgasmed. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His cock was achingly hard, leaking pre-cum. He could no longer resist the sexy youth rubbing up against him. He slid his loin cloth down around his thighs and slicked up his cock with the cum he had rescued from Tolsten. 

"I'm gonna fuck you silly!" he growled. Using his last reserves of restraint, he carefully positioned his massive organ at the entrance to Tolsten's hole. He licked Tolsten's ear and then bit down on it hard as he forced himself slowly past Tolsten's tight ring. 

Tolsten let out a low scream and Timor froze to wait for the boy to adjust. 

The youth had other plans. Between his ear and his ass, he was in pleasure-pain ecstasy. He needed more. He pushed back hard, suddenly seating himself fully on the beastly cock. His loud groan mingled with Timor's. 

Timor's huge cock felt as fantastic as he had expected. Tolsten grabbed the chains in his hands and pulled himself up, bracing his feet on the wall. In this position, he was able to thrust back onto Timor's cock, and he impaled himself on it repeatedly with savage lust. His shrill whimpers filled the air. 

Timor lost it then. He had never had anyone take him so quickly and so deeply. The boy was humping on him with abandon and he was overwhelmed. 

"Fuck, Tol!" he gasped. He started to thrust. Tolsten's anus was doing all kinds of unbelievable contractions. 

"Fuck me hard. Oh, please! Please!" Tolsten begged. "Tear into me. Fuck me like a fucking stallion!" 

Timor obeyed. For the first time in his life he let himself go completely carnal during sex. He had always been afraid of hurting his partner before. The youth took down all his inhibitions. He held Tolsten firmly around his stomach and slammed into him hard and fast. 

The boy writhed and moaned, delirious. He had never been filled so completely. Timor's great organ tortured his prostate with each quick thrust. His cock dribbled a steady stream of clear liquid. 

The sex was savage. Timor brutalized Tolstens' tight hole. The boy's keening wails and Timor's own growls of passion urged them both on. Tolsten was very quickly on the edge again and fought to keep himself from going over. It was a losing battle. Timor just felt too fucking good. 

With a piercing scream, Tolsten orgasmed, cum shooting in long spurts out of his lovely cock to splash against the wall. 

The youth's release caused his anus to squeeze deliciously. Timor usually had a lot of control and was caught by surprise when his own intense orgasm howled forth. His cry was loud and anguished. His seed spurted into Tolsten's tight ass in a hot torrent. 

"Fuck! Oh Fuck, Tol! That was unbelievable!" Timor gasped as he started to recover. It was the wildest sex he had ever had. 

The youth could only whimper. His body was melting down the wall, and his brain was a little pile of goo already on the floor. 

Timor held him tight, breathing heavily, his hot breath stirring the tiny hairs on the back of Tolsten's neck. 

Finally Timor stepped away with another groan and leaned against the cool stone wall. He felt weak. "I'd better get you unlocked. We should get dressed and clean up before someone comes to investigate all that noise." 

"What?" 

Tolsten's dreamy gaze suddenly snapped into sharp focus. "Fuck! Keven!" he wailed. 

Timor had bent over to pick up the key and now he jerked up to look at Tolsten. The boy was falling apart. His chocolate eyes were huge. Emotions rippled across his face—guilt, shame, fear. 

Timor's gut clenched. "You said you were not exclusive." 

"Yes," Tolsten admitted in a small voice. "But I'm not sure Keven knows that." 

"Fuck, Tolsten!" Timor bit his tongue to keep from following his exclamation with verbal abuse. He unshackled Tolsten, then pulled his breechclout on and began rummaging in the crates for a rag. His emotions raged as he sought to calm himself with practical tasks. 

"What am I going to say to him? Do you think he'll know?" 

"If he's got ears, I'm sure he heard us," Timor remarked dryly. 

Tolsten burst into tears. "Oh my God! What have I done?" 

"Put on your cloth and then clean up the wall," Timor said quietly. He could not be angry at the troubled youth. He had been a most willing participant in the follies. He cringed inwardly at the thought of facing the young nobleman. He liked Keven a lot, and he had just hurt him—probably very badly. 

***** 

Keven and Rees were almost finished with their room when he heard the scream. "Tolsten!" Keven cried and started for the door. 

Rees stepped in front of him, grabbing his arm. 

"Hold on! Wait up! Just listen for a minute," Rees said. He had been working closer to the door and had been hearing noises already for a few minutes. He was pretty sure the youth was not screaming in pain. 

They stood for a few moments in silence, then another cry reached them, obviously Timor. 

Keven's eyes widened in understanding. "They're having sex?" 

Rees nodded. His heart went to his throat as he watched Keven's spirit crumble. Fuck that kid! 

"Why? Why would he do that?" Keven asked, his voice filled with agony. His legs suddenly gave out on him and he wilted to the floor. He pulled his fingers roughly through his longish hair. He had been growing it out, at Tolsten's request. "Fuck!" He shook his head in misery, his eyes staring blankly at the wall. 

"I don't understand." This time his voice was almost a whimper. 

Rees put a comforting hand on Keven's shoulder. He didn't know what to say to his friend. 

"Fuck that!" Keven cried, suddenly angry. He jumped to his feet. "I'm gonna go fucking find out what the hell they were thinking!" 

"Kev—hang on!" Rees pleaded, putting a restraining hand on his friend's arm again. "Give them a minute to get themselves together before you go tearing in there. You ... you don't need to see it. Help me with these last few sacks." 

The searing pain that had lanced through Keven's heart at the realization that his boyfriend had just fucked Timor, was smothered by anger. It bubbled up from deep within his gut, consuming his thoughts with rage. The edges of his vision seemed to darken. He tore away from Rees and pounded down the hall. 

Bursting into the room, he didn't see them at first, but he heard Timor's deep voice. He strode to the end of the room intent on punching someone, but when he saw them he stopped short. 

Tolsten was just pulling on his loincloth. The air was heavy with the scent of sex. Big gobs of cum were still dripping down the wall. 

Tolsten could not have hurt him more if he had stabbed him in the gut with knife and twisted it. "What the fuck, Tolsten!" he screamed, peripherally aware that Rees was now behind him. 

Tears were running down Tolsten's face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Keven!" 

"Why?" 

"I ... I'm sorry!" Tolsten repeated himself. 

He didn't have a good explanation. He couldn't tell Keven that he had been overcome with lust for the giant. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't think..." 

"Yeah! No shit!" Keven spat out. His gaze shifted to Timor. The big man looked very unhappy. 

"And you too!" Keven began. He stopped short. He didn't know what to say. He only knew his heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest and chewed into a bloody pulp. 

"Fuck you both!" he yelled. He spun around and pushed past Rees. He could not get away fast enough. 

Tolsten sank to the floor in a heap, sobbing uncontrollably. 

Rees looked at Timor. "Nice going, asshole!" He turned and went after Keven. 

Timor cringed. What a mess. If only I had kept my cock in my clout! Fuck! He was overwhelmed with guilt. He was angry with Tolsten, but madder at himself. Why didn't I show more self-control? Rutting like a fucking teenager. 

He dropped a rag in Tolsten's lap. "Clean up the wall," he said tersely. 

As if moving through a dream, Tolsten slowly crawled to the wall and began to mop up the cum. His tears were falling so fast it was difficult to see. He gasped around his sobs. 

It had been the best sex of his life, he acknowledged. But it had so not been worth it. If only they hadn't made so much noise. If only Keven had not found out. 

He finished cleaning up the cum and leaned against the wall, eyes closed. He wanted to shut out reality. 

"Come on. Get up!" Timor commanded, reaching out a hand to Tolsten. 

Tolsten ignored him. He began to hiccup. Tears still flooded down his face. "I really fucked up this time, didn't I?" 

Rees entered the room just in time to hear the question. He had followed Keven down to the end of one of the long dark halls. His friend had leaned against the wall and told him in no uncertain terms that he wanted to be left alone. So Rees had left. 

"Yes, you did," he answered Tolsten's question. "You couldn't keep your ass to yourself could you?" He was angry at the youth, but couldn't help feeling sorry for him as well. The boy looked in even worse shape than Keven. 

"Much as I regret what has happened," Timor said, "there's nothing that can be done about it now." He picked up a stack of three bags of coffee, tricep muscles bulging as he carried it over to the wall and piled in on top of the first. "Do you want to help me, so we can finish up?" 

"Yeah, fine," Rees said picking up the remaining two coffee bags. 

In short order Rees and Timor finished organizing the inventory. 

"Now you can help me in the other room," Rees said. It was not a question and Timor followed him out without comment. 

Tolsten was left alone with his dark thoughts. He curled into a fetal position on the cold stone floor. 

Time passed and eventually Tolsten's tears stopped falling, but the misery in his heart did not lessen. He berated himself savagely for hurting his lover. The chill of the basement crept into his bones and he began to shiver, his exhausted muscles quivering uncontrollably. Goosebumps stood out on his arms. He hugged himself tightly, now almost as physically miserable as he was mentally anguished. 

When Rees came to check on him several hours later, he was shivering so hard his teeth were chattering. Rees heard them clattering together from across the room. He looked pitiful, his huge eyes red-rimmed and sorrowful, his skinny limbs shaking violently, and his lower lip quivering. The big man's heart softened. 

"You're freezing!" Rees said softly, approaching Tolsten and laying a hand on his arm. 

"Y ... yes," Tolsten stammered. He was not expecting the sympathy he saw in Rees's eyes. 

"We're assuming they've forgotten us or something," Rees said. "We all feel it way past dinner time." 

"I'm not hungry." 

Rees unstacked a few bags of coffee, laying them out on the floor as a makeshift pallet. 

"Here, Sweetie," he said gently. He needed to make someone feel better, and Keven was resisting all efforts. He bent over and gathered Tolsten up in his arms. The skinny youth weighed next to nothing. He sat down on the coffee bean bed, cradling the shivering boy in his great arms. He leaned against the rest of the stack of beans, emotionally exhausted as well as physically tired. 

Tolsten was surprised at this gesture from Rees, but very grateful. He had been afraid he would freeze to death alone in the damp, cool basement, but he had told himself that's what he deserved. Now his tears started flowing again as he snuggled into Rees's warmth. 

"Th ... thank you. You're too nice to me. I ... I've totally fucked things up this time haven't I? Do you think he'll ever forgive me?" 

"I don't know," Rees replied, rocking back and forth slightly with Tolsten, as if he were a baby. 

"Why am I so stupid and impulsive? Why couldn't I just leave him alone? I'm such an idiot. I don't know what I thought was going to happen. I guess I didn't think, as usual." 

Rees didn't say anything, just held him tight and listened. 

"Timor will probably never forgive me either," Tolsten blubbered. "I lied to him. I told him Keven wouldn't mind. Even then he told me no, but I wouldn't take it. I had to keep pushing him and pushing him until I finally pushed him over the edge. Why am I like that? I've lost the best thing that's ever happened to me." He dissolved into sobs, turning his face into Rees's broad chest to dampen it with his tears. 

Rees held him tenderly. Eventually his shivering and his sobs subsided and he fell into a restless sleep in Rees's arms. 

***** 

Timor spent a cold, uncomfortable night trying to sleep on a lumpy, makeshift mattress of bags of wheat. When he could no longer pretend to sleep, he stood up and stretched his aching muscles. He shivered with chill and quickly restacked the bags neatly in their place. That small amount of effort did little to warm him. 

In spite of his guilt and dismay over hurting Keven, hunger soon dominated his thoughts. He decided to risk eating more pecans. But first he would check on Keven. 

He found the young nobleman at the end of one of the dark corridors, sitting on the floor, leaning against the corner, head down. Keven looked up at him when he approached, but it was too dark for him to see the other man's face. 

"I wanted to tell you, I'm sorry," Timor said quietly. "I wish I could undo it. The only thing I can do now is tell you I'm sorry and promise that it won't happen again." 

Keven nodded silently. Timor noticed he was shivering. 

"Come into the storeroom. You can at least sit on something up off the cold floor there. If you'll let me, I can hold you to help you warm up." 




Sex Slave Ch. 08



"No," the young man said stiffly, but he took Timor's outstretched hand and let him help him to his feet. 

His ass ached from sitting so long on the stone floor. His whole body was shivering with cold, but his discomfort barely registered. It was just another misery to add to his already stricken spirit. 

He had been awake most of the night, dozing off and on, but mostly wallowing in sorrow. He felt his loss very keenly. His relationship with Tolsten could never be the same. He couldn't allow his emotions to wrap so tightly around the boy anymore. He would just get hurt again. It was best to pull away, be on his own. 

He cared deeply for the youth and thought that his feelings had been reciprocated. That's what hurt the most—knowing that Tolsten didn't care about him. He had blithely, callously, tromped on his feelings. The pain of rejection was almost unbearable, and it was very nearly matched by the pain of loss. 

The thought of enduring life without Tolsten's touch shredded his heart. Tolsten had been a joy to be with, a light in the interminable darkness of the slave pens. Long, lonely days stretched out before him with no hope of escaping the misery of slavery. He gasped as if in physical pain and tried to turn his thoughts off entirely. 

He followed the big man back to the storeroom he and Rees had organized and took a seat on top of a barrel, pulling his legs into his chest and wrapping his arms around them. It seemed a little warmer in here; perhaps it was the torchlight. He did not see Tolsten or Rees, and he didn't ask where they were. 

"It must be morning by now," Timor offered. 

"Likely," Keven responded. 

"I'm going to go check on Rees and Tolsten." 

"Fine." 

Just as Timor was leaving, they heard the bolt sliding on the double doors. Someone had finally come for them. They were to discover they had indeed been forgotten—an unprecedented rattle in the well-oiled machine of Master Rim's estate. 

***** 

Tolsten eyed Keven surreptitiously as they were being led back to the slave pens. He looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot and his face haggard. He looked like he had been awake all night. Tolsten felt even more guilty; he had slept warmly in Rees's arms. Tolsten tried to get a sense of what Keven was thinking, but his face was stony. He resolutely ignored Tolsten. 

Tolsten's stomach bottomed out. The thought of losing Keven filled him with despair, and knowing that it was wholly his own fault twisted him up inside. By the time they reached the slave pens, tears were leaking out of his eyes again. Keven doesn't love me anymore. 

They arrived at the pens just as the other slaves were being chained up for the walk to the quarry. The slave handlers led them to the end of the line and fastened their chain onto the longer one. They were ready to start their day. 

"Sir," Timor spoke to the nearest handler, even though he knew it was forbidden. "Would it be possible to get something to eat? We didn't get dinner or breakfast." Timor's stomach was trying to gnaw its way out of his body, perhaps to go in search of sustenance on its own, since its keeper had ceased feeding it. 

"Kneel, slave!" was the handler's response. 

With a sigh, Timor kneeled. He knew what was coming. 

The slave handler hauled back and slugged him in the jaw. Timor took it without complaint. Not satisfied that he'd caused enough pain, the handler then kicked Timor in the stomach, hard. Timor grunted and doubled over. The handler walked away. 

Timor climbed to his feet as the chain gang began to move. Blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth. At least the punch to his gut had quelled his hunger pangs. He caught Keven's curious eyes upon him and shrugged. If they had all been fed due to his request, it would have been worth it. As it was, it was going to be a long, hungry day. 

***** 

The boy was wearing him down. Truthfully, he had forgiven Tolsten the morning after his betrayal when he saw how miserable the youth was. He had obviously spent most of the night crying, and his huge sad eyes were testament that he did care about Keven after all—apparently a great deal. 

Keven managed to keep up his stony silence for several days. Tolsten followed him around, looking at him with kicked-puppy eyes, making him feel terribly guilty. 

Fuck that! Why is he making me feel guilty? He's the one that fucked me over! 

Keven was still resentful and angry. He still didn't understand why Tolsten had felt the need to seduce Timor. He had no doubt that is what happened, and Rees had confirmed it. Tolsten had admitted as much to Rees. 

Keven had thought a lot about their relationship. He was not in love with Tolsten, he decided. He cared about the youth—a lot. He enjoyed his company, he wanted to protect him from harm, and yes, he still wanted to fuck him. But he was not in love with him and never had been. 

Now Tolsten was sitting next to him on his blanket, smiling and laughing and trying to worm his way back into his good graces. Keven was hard-pressed to appear to still be grumpy. The youth's cheerfulness was infectious. 

Keven had forgiven Timor as well. 

The giant had apologized several times over, and Keven had finally told him to shut up. He had smiled as he said it though, and the giant had looked so relieved that Keven could no longer harbor ill will toward him. He knew how irresistible Tolsten was when he was bent on seduction. Rees seemed to have forgiven Timor too for hurting Keven and also for whatever had happened between them. Keven still didn't know what that was. 

There was now an easy rapport between the three Endorans. 

Rees said something funny and they all laughed. Tolsten looked up at Keven hopefully and shimmied closer. Keven felt a sharp spike of pain in his gut when he thought about what Tolsten had done, but it was impossible to stay mad at the youth. He didn't think he'd ever trust him again. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that he had never trusted him in the first place. Fidelity was just not one of the traits that came with the package that was Tolsten. 

Keven stretched, reaching his arms over his head and groaning as his tired muscles complained. Tolsten took the opportunity to pull himself flush to Keven's chest, snaking his arm around his waist. 

"You're incorrigible!" Keven said, resting his arm lightly around Tolsten's thin waist. 

Tolsten's grin was huge. "Wanna spank me?" he whispered in Keven's ear, loud enough for Rees and Timor to hear. Rees turned red and Timor quickly looked at the floor, trying to keep his face emotionless. The boy is just too sexy for his skin! 

"No!" Keven replied, "But I'll tickle you to death!" He pushed Tolsten roughly to the floor and ran his tickling hands all over the youth's bare stomach. Tolsten shrieked and giggled and tried to wriggle away. Keven held him down and tortured him unmercifully. Eventually the boy begged him to stop, gasping for air. 

That night they slept in each other's arms for the first time in a week. Much to Tolsten's disappointment, he was unable to entice Keven into sex, but he knew eventually his lover would cave in. He was, after all, irresistible. 

***** 

Keven tried to relax in the bathing pool. Tolsten snuggled close, resting his head on Keven's chest. Keven stroked his long dark hair. 

They had been summoned to Master Rim's amphitheatre. The older man had not made his appearance yet, but Keven was sure they'd see him soon enough. He tried not to worry about what wicked tortures their master might have in store for them. Rim had practically driven Rees out of his mind with his torments, but after almost whipping Keven to death on their first meeting, he had mostly left him alone. Master Rim also seemed to have a soft spot for Tolsten. Keven held out hope that he would not hurt them too badly. 

Tolsten ran his fingers lightly through the short dark hairs on Keven's chest. After a while his fingers began to circle one of Keven's nipples, teasing it. 

Keven gasped as the sensation sent a flash of heat straight to his groin. Glancing down, he saw that Tolsten was fully hard. It had been ten days since Tolsten's indiscretion, and Keven was still holding out. 

He grabbed Tolsten's hand, stilling it. It was long past time for a heart-to-heart talk. He had been putting it off, knowing it would be painful. 

"Tolsten, I'm not sure I can have sex with you anymore," he said quietly. 

"Why not?" The youth soft voice shook slightly. He seemed already on the verge of tears. 

Keven sighed. "I don't want to get hurt. I don't think I could go through it again." 

"I'll be good! I promise!" Tolsten sounded sincere. 

"I'm not sure I can believe you. You have never given me a reason for your behavior in the first place. What makes you think it won't happen again?" 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." 

"I know that, but you did. I think you have no control over yourself. The next time you are tempted, you will do the same thing. I ... I can't live like that. It would tear me up, Tolsten." 

"No ... No! If you take me back, I'll never be with anyone else again!" Tolsten sounded panicked. 

"What were you thinking in the first place? You were with me. Did you really think I would not care that you had sex with Timor?" 

"I ... I wasn't thinking. I didn't think about you at all. I only thought about what I wanted right then. I'm sorry." 

"You and Timor are very attracted to each other. You try to hide it, but I can tell." 

"No!" Tolsten cried. 

Keven said nothing. 

Tolsten looked up into Keven's gorgeous green eyes. A huge lump lodged painfully in the back of this throat. He was terrified he would not be able to win him back. 

Keven's gaze was intense, challenging. He could not lie to him. 

He took a deep breath. "Yes, we are," Tolsten admitted. "But it doesn't mean anything! I've always had a thing for big men, and Timor's ... well ... you know. I'm not sure what he likes about me, but yes, I think he's attracted to me too." 

Keven nodded silently. It hurt, like he knew it would. He didn't want to hear any more, but now that Tolsten was confessing, he seemed to want to get it all out. 

"And he likes it rough. I mean, he's willing to hurt me a little. I don't know why—maybe because of how I was introduced to sex—but I like pain with my sex sometimes. It turns me on." Tolsten blushed as he admitted this. It was something he had known for a while, but he was ashamed of it. It made him feel depraved. Damaged. 

"I know," Keven said quietly. He had realized this about Tolsten but still hadn't been able to bring himself to hurt the boy. So Timor gives you what I can't, he thought bitterly. 

A tear ran slowly down Tolsten's cheek. Keven caught it with his finger and brushed it away. He kissed Tolsten gently on the top of his head. His heart felt heavy, as if it were swollen with pain. He knew that Tolsten felt the same. 

"Will you never forgive me?" the youth asked in a shaking voice. 

"I have already forgiven you, sweet thing," Keven replied, hugging the boy closer to him. "I just am afraid. I don't want to go through this again. I think it's best if..." 

"No!" Tolsten suddenly shouted. "You can't leave me! You can't! I'll die without you!" He turned his face into Keven's chest and clung to him tightly. "Please, oh please! I promise, I'll never even look at Timor again. I want you, not him!" 

Keven sighed. He knew what he should do. He knew what was best for his torn heart. He should not even be hugging Tolsten, but he was weak. This will be your undoing, he thought to himself. 

He grabbed a firm handful of Tolsten's long locks and dragged the boy's face away from his chest. Tolsten looked up at him, devastated. He crushed his lips to the boy's softly panting mouth. He yanked hard on his silky hair as he ravaged his warm, yielding lips. 

Tolsten whimpered as fire shot through him. Keven was kissing him hard and pulling his hair painfully. His heart soared. All was not lost. Keven still wanted him. Even as this realization hit him, he was overwhelmed with desire. Keven's aggression kindled a need deep within him, which suddenly burst into flames. 

His semi-flaccid cock instantly engorged to its full iron-hard size. He humped his hard-on into Keven's hip, gasping and mewling around Keven's burning kisses. 

Keven broke from the kiss long enough to pick Tolsten up and deposit him on the side of the pool. He climbed on top, capturing the youth's hands and pinning them firmly to stone floor. 

Tolsten's huge eyes were full of lust, excitement and adoration. He obviously loved Keven's aggression and, even though it was not Keven's normal way, the youth's response fueled him. He attacked the boy's mouth with his tongue and ground his hips against him hard. Their cocks rubbed together between their bellies. Tolsten whimpered and squirmed underneath him, as if he were trying to escape. 

Keven broke the kiss briefly to assess his lover, but the boy was not trying to escape. He was in ecstasy. Keven sucked on his neck hard, and then nipped him. Tolsten responded with a small cry. Pre-cum slicked their cocks. Keven licked one of his nipples, then bit down on it, harder than ever before. 

Tolsten squealed and orgasmed. He had been close already after ten days of deprivation, and when Keven bit his nipple, the pain sent him over the edge. Spunk shot from his cock to coat both their bellies. He writhed and moaned and shuddered as waves of bliss shattered his senses. 

When he finally opened his eyes, Keven was smiling at him. He still held his wrists captive and his weight pinned him to the floor. 

"You came just from that!" 

"God, yes! I ... I ... it was fantastic ... when you bit my nipple..." Tolsten's eyes rolled back in his head from the memory. 

Keven laughed and kissed him briefly, softly. "I'll try to give you what you need," he whispered. "Please don't hurt me again." 

"I won't," Tolsten promised. Keven gazed into his adoring eyes and believed him. What Keven didn't know was that he would be the one hurting Tolsten ... very soon. 

"Let's clean up," he said, moving off of Tolsten and sliding back into the pool. Tolsten followed and they rinsed the cum off each other's bellies. 

Keven was still hard as a rock, and in keeping with his newfound aggressiveness, he grabbed Tolsten roughly by the hair, and dragged him to the side of the pool. He pulled himself out of the water, resting his butt on the edge. He spread his legs and his cock bobbed invitingly. 

"Suck my cock!" he demanded, his fingers still laced in Tolsten's long locks. 

He watched a shiver overtake Tolsten's whole body as the youth flicked out his tongue and licked the tip of his cock. He loved watching the boy suck him off and it was a rare treat to have privacy for it. Usually Tolsten was underneath the blanket. 

"That's it, bitch! Suck my balls!" 

Tolsten whimpered and complied. Keven continued to talk dirty to him as Tolsten pleasured him. After some minutes, however, Keven's commands turned to moans and incoherent murmurs. Tolsten knew how to take Keven to the edge and keep him there. He tortured his lover with pleasure, not letting him have his release. Keven was too undone even to beg. He simply moaned and tried to fuck Tolsten's mouth. 

When Tolsten slid a cum-slick finger into his ass, Keven erupted with a scream, shooting his load down the back of Tolsten's hot throat. His orgasm was long and intense. Eventually his scream subsided into whimpers as Tolsten licked the last of his cum off his softening cock and pulled himself out of the pool to kiss him. 

That's when they both heard a gasp. 

Keven turned his head and then sat bolt upright, pushing Tolsten roughly to the side. 

Standing near the door, starring at them in shock, was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. 

"Saeri!" he cried in awe.



Sex Slave Ch. 09



Sex Slave - 9: Negotiations

This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

All characters who engage in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

Many thanks to my editor Lin Hall and my beta reader nomoretears00 for their further encouragement, patience, and good humor.

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Apologies in advance—this chapter has almost no sex in it. I couldn't figure out how to wedge it in without it being terribly contrived.

****

Saeri gasped and blinked, staring hard at the scene before her.

She had been led to Master Rim's amphitheatre where she was sometimes brought to care for the victims of her master's atrocious proclivities. Only one of the entertainment rooms was occupied; she could see the participants clearly as the slave handler led her down the stone steps.

No! No! No! No! No! No! Her mind screamed in denial.

Lying on his back at the edge of the bathing pool was the man with whom she had fallen in love—the King of Endora. In the pool between Keven's legs was an, undoubtedly beautiful, woman. Her long, sleek, dark hair spread like a cloak across her back as her head bobbed up and down.

She's sucking his cock!

Keven was in the throes of ecstasy. His head was thrown back, his eyes were tightly scrunched and his hands were wrapped, painfully it appeared, in the woman's long hair. He bucked his hips up into her face and a series of low moans streamed from his parted lips.

Fuck! I want to do that to him! Saeri's emotions raged.

For so long she'd been thinking of Keven ... dreaming of him ... drooling over him. She had been going crazy with the need to see him and now she couldn't deny that a part of her was ecstatic. Here was her heart's desire—in the flesh!

But this time, fate was cruel. He was with another. Very much with another. Saeri's heart felt like it was being twisted and squeezed—wrung out like wet laundry until every drop of life in it had spilled to the floor.

That's where they're bringing me! She realized this dawning with horror. I'm going to see them up close. I'm going to have to talk to them! I'm going to die!

She couldn't help but wonder what Keven felt for the lovely woman who was pleasuring him. Did he love her? Was this simply an opportunity that came along? How well did he know her? Perhaps this meant nothing to him beyond a few moments of bliss.

The slave handler was grinning broadly as he silently swung open the door to the room. He obviously did not want to disturb the couple. He smirked at her and Saeri suddenly became aware of her expression. All of that horrible, agonizing pain she was feeling was probably showing on her face. Quickly, she tried to smooth her features into a haughty, emotionless palette.

She stepped quietly into the room and the handler closed the door behind her without a sound.

She could not help but stare at the scene before her. The two lovers were completely unaware of her presence. It did not occur to her to interrupt them.

The woman was incredibly skillful. Saeri had never watched anyone suck on a dick, although she'd had a few forced down her own throat during a brief, very unhappy period in her life. This woman seemed as if she might be enjoying it. She was bringing the cock impossibly deep into her throat.

How does she do that?

Keven was clearly wrecked. His whole body was taut as a drawn bow. His gorgeous muscles were flexed and covered with a sheen of sweat. The moans that were coming out of his mouth brought goose bumps to Saeri's flesh.

This was the most erotic display she had ever witnessed. In spite of her emotional agony, her clit throbbed with sudden hot desire. She felt a trickle of juices leak out of her pussy.

Keven orgasmed with a strangled cry, pushing his cock even further down the woman's throat. She took it without choking or even seeming to swallow, and as his release wound down, she licked his softening member tenderly. His eyes were still closed. He was moaning softly.

Saeri's heart broke. I will never be able to do that!

Keven's lover pulled herself out of the pool to kiss him. That's when Saeri saw his hard cock.

It's not a woman at all! It's a beautiful, long-haired man! She could not help the gasp of shock that came out of her mouth.

Both the youth and Keven looked at her, startled. Keven sat up quickly, his face full of astonishment.

"Saeri!" he cried.

She was frozen, unable to move, unable to speak.

Oh my God! He is with a man!

In spite of the fact that he was being sexed by someone else when her company had been forced upon him, a small part of her had held out hope that she might yet be able to woo him. They had shared a passionate kiss, hadn't they?

In that moment all of her hopes went up in a blinding explosion of pain—vaporizing instantly.

He will never love me. He likes men!

Keven was ecstatic and devastated simultaneously. The moment he saw Saeri, emotion blazed forth in his heart, a heat so strong and powerful it consumed him completely for several seconds. He was unaware of anything except the inferno raging inside him. When it finally started to cool he realized suddenly, with great clarity, that he was in love.

He was in love with Saeri.

He stared at her, enraptured. She appeared almost as ethereal to him now as she did when he first met her—even though this time she was clothed in a simple blue shift. Her white-blonde hair was longer and cascaded past her shoulders in a waterfall of moonlight curls. Pale as snow, her skin glowed with a light of its own. Her lithe body was exquisitely tiny and perfectly proportioned. She exuded an aura of illusion ... as if she wasn't quite real.

He had fallen in love with a magical faerie creature.

As her sapphire blue eyes gazed back at him, he saw them erupt with pain. It sliced through him like a sword, cleaving his heart in two.

"Saeri, no!" he could not help the tortured cry that came out of his throat. Her pain was his pain, threefold more. To know that he was the cause of her misery rocked him to his core.

I am such a fool! Why didn't I wait for her? I am weak.

Tears sprang to her eyes and she could not blink them back. She spun around to face the door, to hide her anguish. Tears streamed down her face and she fought to keep her shoulders from shaking.

Fuck! How could I be so stupid? To fall in love with a king is foolish. To fall in love with a homosexual is the height of idiocy!

I can't let him know how upset I am! I can't let him know how much I love him! God, how am I going to get through this?

Suddenly aware of his nudity, Keven grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around his waist. He approached her slowly. "Saeri ..."

"G ... go away!"

"Saeri, I'm sorry."

"I ... go away!"

"I'm so sorry." Keven could only repeat himself. He had no idea what to say to her. He took a few steps backwards.

She obviously wanted nothing to do with him. Perhaps she loathed homosexuals? Maybe she would never be able to accept what he'd done. His heart felt shattered. He choked back the bitter laugh that threatened to burst forth. A few minutes ago, he'd had no idea he was in love for the first time in his life. Now it was already over—finished before it began.

He crossed to the empty fireplace and stood staring into it blindly. His agony was almost complete.

He was so engulfed in the torment that raged through his mind, he didn't notice Tolsten until he was beside him. He stood close and touched him on the arm.

"Keven..."

"Go away!" Keven hissed, pulling sharply away from the youth.

"Keven, what's wrong?" Tolsten stepped in front of him, looking into his face with an expression of concern, reaching for his hands.

"Leave me be." Keven stepped away from Tolsten, turning his back to him. "I don't want to talk right now." He saw that Saeri was still in the same position she'd been before, her small form drawn up to her full height, her back stiff. She was probably listening.

"Sweetie..."

"Shhh! I'm not your sweetie!" Keven was mortified. He did not want to do anything else that would hurt Saeri or further destroy the relationship they'd once had.

"Keven, what are you saying? What do you mean?"

"Tolsten, just..." Keven let out a suffering sigh. If he wasn't blunt with the kid, he'd never understand. He turned and looked at Tolsten with tormented eyes. "I can't be with you anymore—ever again. Please leave me alone!"

Those words were like a physical blow to Tolsten. Looking at the expression on Keven's face, he knew that his lover was completely serious. He had lost him.

"We're over?" he whispered, unbelieving.

Keven nodded.

"Just like that?"

Keven nodded again. He felt like he was being shredded in two. His guilt over hurting Saeri was monstrous. Now his guilt over hurting Tolsten was piled on top of that. The mountain of guilt threatened to crush him.

"Never again?" The expression in Tolsten's eyes was so bleak it tore Keven's heart.

Keven closed his eyes against the pain on Tolsten's face. "Yes. I'm sorry."

"I thought we'd be together forever!" Tolsten wailed. Keven heard him sobbing as he retreated back to the pool.

Now Keven's agony was complete.

****

"Oh my! Such a scene!" Master Rim's high-pitched voice rang out across the room. "All three of you are crying. How delicious! If I had known it would cause so much heartbreak, I would have brought you all together long before now." He laughed, a hearty, chilling laugh.

Keven quickly wiped away the tears which had found their way down his cheek.

Keven's crying? Saeri could not help but steal a look at him. She caught him wiping his face.

Keven's crying? Tolsten glanced over at his friend in surprise. He'd never seen Keven cry.

In spite of his emotional agony, Keven's focus went to Master Rim. Something was amiss.

Tolsten climbed out of the pool to kneel, face to the floor. Saeri dropped to her knees as well.

Keven realized what was wrong. Master Rim was unkempt! Some of his hair had come loose from his neat ponytail and draped across his face. His clothes seemed rumpled. He was not wearing a hat.

A chill raced up Keven's spine.

Master Rim lost no time in getting to the point. "Keven! You are Keven Stenson, Heir Presumptive to the throne of Endora, are you not?"

Keven had guessed already that Master Rim knew his identity, but he was startled to be confronted with it. He hesitated. What will it buy me to deny the truth? He could think of few reasons to disavow his birthright and many reasons not to lie to Master Rim.

"Yes, I am," he said proudly.

Tolsten gasped and goggled at his friend. What the hell! King of Endora!

"Keven, I wish to seek asylum in Endora. Would you grant me that?"

Keven was more than shocked. Disaster must have somehow befallen Master Rim. He realized instantly that the tables had turned. He was in a position of power now. He had something Master Rim wanted—perhaps very badly.

He answered slowly. "Possibly. But why would I want to?"

"Well, I could grant you your freedom and means to return to your country." Master Rim licked his lips. He almost looked nervous. "I could give you many things, Keven."

"Are we entering negotiations then?"

"Yes, I suppose we are. Details need to be hammered out and we'll want to formalize our agreement. First off..."

"First off, I will not negotiate like this!" Keven interrupted. He was so used to being a slave, he flinched at his own boldness.

Master Rim took it in stride.

"All right, Keven. What do you need for negotiations to proceed?"

"I require normal clothing." Keven was still wearing a towel and he wasn't about to put his breechclout back on. "We need to be in a room together, one-on-one. That'll do for a start."

"How can I trust you one-on-one?"

"I give you my word, I won't attack you. However, I will defend myself if I need to."

"All right." Master Rim's face was devoid of emotion. He turned and stalked away.

Keven started to breathe again.

Damn! In spite of the emotional distress of the last hour, he couldn't stop a grin from stealing over his face. His mind began to race with possibilities.

Freedom was in his grasp!

****

An hour later found Keven in a room alone with Master Rim. Maps were spread across the table. Parchment, quill and ink were at hand.

Keven was dressed in doublet and hose—they didn't fit him perfectly, but they were of a very fine quality. The shoes pinched his feet.

Master Rim sat at the head of the long table. If Keven had never encountered Master Rim, he would have believed that he was the picture of calm. But Keven knew better; there were tiny clues that told him Master Rim was on the verge of distraught.   "So, will you be in a position to grant me asylum?" Master Rim asked. "What if we don't make it to Freihelm before your brother is crowned?"

Keven paused. Although he was now the Heir Presumptive, it was by no means a sure thing that he would become the King of Endora. First, he would have to make it back to his country alive—that was certainly not guaranteed. He had found out that he'd been declared dead and his mother was ruling as regent until his younger brother came of age.

His brother's eighteenth birthday was rapidly approaching, and if Keven arrived after the coronation ceremony, it would be too late. His brother would legally already be King and he would have no further claim to the crown.

He wasn't sure he wanted to rule, but he was pretty sure Nathan wanted it even less. In any case, if he arrived too late to claim the throne, he could petition his brother on behalf of Master Rim and he knew his brother would accede to his wishes. They were close.

"We have enough time to get there before he is crowned. And, even if I lose my rightful title somehow, I can persuade my brother to grant you asylum. I am sure of it."

Master Rim nodded, seeming to accept this. Keven followed up with a question of his own.

"So, what has happened? Explain to me why you are suddenly ready to leave your life behind and live in exile in Endora ... if you please.

Master Rim steepled his hands in front of him.

"Ah, yes," he said with a sigh. "I have made a grave mistake. No one cares what one does to slaves. I have been committing atrocities for years. As long as the victims were slaves, apparently there was tacit approval."

"I made the mistake of whipping a free man—several free men, actually." He chortled.

"The men who lost their balls?" The words came out in a whisper. The crime was so heinous, Keven almost couldn't state it.

"Yes, and the man whose face I destroyed."

Keven shuddered. His memory of that event was all too graphic.

"It seems they have petitioned King Leon for justice. Leon has been looking for a way to acquire my holdings for years. I'm too smart for him. If I hadn't gotten carried away, he never would have had a legal reason."

Master Rim let out a great sigh. "However, I'm not always in control of myself." He chuckled softly. "I am always in control of those under me, but not always of myself."

"Apparently, I am not under myself." He launched into a hearty laugh.

He is losing it. He's always been crazy. Now he's teetering on brink of being completely dysfunctional. Keven sought to bring him back to normalcy.

"Leon's men are on their way to arrest you, I assume. How much time do you have?"

"That's difficult to say. It will take six days or more for a party to arrive from the capital. However, I'm afraid things may unravel here sooner."

Master Rim impatiently pushed a lock of hair off his face and glared at Keven with his intense blue eyes. "I do not exactly have a loyal following. I keep control through fear and intimidation. If word gets out of my imminent demise, I suspect there will be a swift mutiny. In fact, I am almost sure of it."

"I understand." Keven shuddered slightly at Master Rim's predicament and could not help but point out, "Leadership through fear is tenuous. Love is a stronger emotion than fear. Men who love you will be loyal to the end, no matter how much fear they have."

"You are wise for one so young." Master Rim gave him a benign smile that was almost normal. Keven was shocked by the praise.

Master Rim continued. "You have had a very different upbringing from me. I'm not saying your life has been easy..." Master Rim's eyes lost focus and a small smile curved his lips. "I had fun whipping you. You were magnificent, but it pissed me off."

Keven winced at the memory.

Master Rim's mind shifted from topic to topic as sand in the desert. "You have known great love from an early age. Not all of us are so blessed. It is difficult to give something you have never received."

As interesting as it might be to take a peek into Master Rim's psyche, Keven was not sure he wanted to. He brought the conversation back to the immediate problem. "What is your best guess on how much time you have before things ... unravel?"

"Three days? Four if we're lucky."

Keven swallowed. Do I throw my lot in with Master Rim or in with those who oppose him? And it's more than just my lot. I am committing my friends as well—they will follow my lead, almost whether I want them to or not.

"If I decide not to grant you asylum, will you have me killed outright?"

"Of course not!" Master Rim sounded indignant. "I am a monster, but I still have scruples."

He took a deep breath, appearing to calm himself and he continued. "I will not hold it against you if you decide not to honor my request. However, I think things will be pure chaos here for some time. You could be hurt or killed. You could possibly escape. Most likely, you will simply be passed on to some other slave owner, who will certainly not be as extreme as I am. But your life would likely be harder—filth, disease, death ... things I shelter my slaves from.

Keven mulled this over. It was a risk either way. He needed to explore what honoring Master Rim's request would look like.

"So, you want asylum? What exactly do you envision that to be? Allowed to operate as a free agent in Endora? Protection of life and property funded by the crown? It could get sticky if King Leon is bent on revenge. Endora, I think—I hope—is just ending a devastating war. I do not want to bring her into war again."

"If you do not grant me asylum, you will likely die here."

"I will not negotiate with someone who threatens my life."

"My pardon, Sire."

Keven did not miss the use of his informal title. It was the first time Master Rim had called him anything except Keven.

"I am not threatening, just stating what I believe to be true." Master Rim appeared to be sincere. "I am not sure what troubles granting me asylum will bring you. Yes, I expect to be able to operate as a free agent in Endora. I am asking that you not bring me to trial for any past crimes committed."

"And I would expect you to abide by the laws of Endora, or be subject to them like any other citizen."

"Of course."

"We do not have slavery in Endora."

"Pity."

"Shall we call in a scribe to make record of our agreements?"

"No, I think it better that we record them ourselves. The fewer people who know what is happening, the better our chances of leaving alive."

"What makes you think that as soon as we leave your estate I won't murder you and run?" Keven asked.

Master Rim smiled confidently. "I will require your word. If you give me your word that you will not harm me or let those who are loyal to you harm me, it will be enough. I trust you."

Keven was shaken by Master Rim's words. Reflecting on his recent actions with Tolsten and Saeri, he questioned his own integrity. Master Rim apparently believed in him—was even willing to stake his life on it.




Sex Slave Ch. 09



"I will record for us," he said, picking up the quill.

****

Tolsten's mind was reeling. Somehow the anguish of Keven's abandonment was subsumed by the novelty of him being King of Endora.

Keven was off negotiating with Master Rim! That thought was terrifying. He couldn't help but be worried about him. He was also hopeful. And curious. Why had Master Rim brought him—and Saeri—into the picture? He could have negotiated with Keven alone.

Tolsten was so strung up, he couldn't contain himself.

"Saeri! Please come talk to me," he called to the tiny girl.

Meanwhile Saeri was having similar thoughts. Worry for Keven had come to preoccupy her mind. She was also curious why she and the beautiful youth were involved. What game was Master Rim playing?

When the youth called to her, she went to him readily, standing at the edge of the pool, trying to ignore his nakedness. It didn't seem to bother him.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours," she said.

"Tolsten. Pleased to meet you." He smiled up at her.

Such an endearing smile. No wonder Keven is attracted him. She fought to sooth the pang of jealousy that shot through her.

"The pleasure is mutual." She managed to keep her emotions out of her voice.

"So what do you think has happened? You're a healer, aren't you? Surely you've heard rumors. What is going on?" The words tumbled out of his mouth almost faster than he could think them.

"I have no idea. I have not heard a whisper of anything out of the ordinary. Why would Master Rim need asylum in Endora? His holdings here are vast! He has so much power. I can't imagine what could have happened to upset the status quo."

"What do you suppose is happening to Keven?" Tolsten asked worriedly.

"I imagine he's negotiating for us," she said with conviction.

"Negotiating for us?" Tolsten almost squeaked. "Do you think we'll be freed?"

"I imagine Keven will try to free as many of us as he can, don't you think?"

Tolsten had not thought about being free. He had been a slave so long, it was almost incomprehensible.

"Well ... yes ... but where will we go?"

"Back to Endora, of course. Keven has to claim the crown."

Tolsten swallowed. He suddenly felt bereft. "I'm not from Endora. I didn't even know he was king!"

"Really?" Saeri's curiosity was peeked. "How long have you been lovers?"

Tolsten felt hurt all over again. Keven had not trusted him enough to tell him who he really was. He did not want to discuss his relationship with Saeri. "Long enough," he said shortly.

She was astute enough not to pursue this line of questioning.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

"I'm almost afraid to admit—I'm Kenezian. But I have no family there anymore, other than an uncle who I remember not liking as a child." His voice broke as he added, "I don't know where I'll go."

He sounded so desolate, in spite of herself, Saeri sought to comfort him.

"You should come to Endora. I'm sure Keven will find a place for you there." What the hell am I saying? I don't want him coming to Endora! I want him out of Keven's life.

Who am I fooling? Even if Tolsten is not in the picture, Keven will find another man. He likes men!

Tolsten took a sharp breath and tears began to flow down his cheeks. "I doubt he'll want me to come with him. He doesn't love me anymore."

Saeri sat down on the edge of the pool and slid her bare feet into the water. It felt wonderful. She had not had an actual bath in years—only cold water bucket-showers.

She observed the distraught youth with sympathy. Keven's behavior was confusing. She had heard him telling Tolsten they couldn't be lovers anymore, but she had no idea why.

"I'm sorry, Tolsten. I wish I could help you."

"You could take off your dress and get in the pool," he said suddenly. "I've never seen a woman before." This statement had come out of his mouth as soon as it had randomly popped into his head. He smiled up at her guilelessly.

Saeri laughed. She would normally have been shocked or offended or maybe both, but somehow with this youth she was only amused. "I am not a typical woman. I have no boobs."

"Really?" Tolsten looked her up and down curiously.

Saeri felt a sudden small thrill. He's never seen a woman before and he wants to see me. Why not? I have no ties to anyone, least of all Keven.

The misery of her recent discovery crashed over her, making her feel reckless. What have I got to lose? And he is not asking for sex, just to look. And the water is so fine...

"No touching!" she said.

"Of course not," he agreed, his eyes widening as he realized she might be considering his request.

Before she could change her mind, she quickly stood up and shed her dress. She would never have done anything like this in Endora, but having been a slave for several years had inured her to many things, including nudity. She kept her panties on and slid shyly into the pool.

Tolsten was staring at her with big, round eyes.

She paddled back and forth a bit and then found the soap and washed herself and her hair. The water felt amazing. When she was finished, she sat on the bench that encircled the small pool, opposite Tolsten.

"You can take your panties off. I won't touch you," he said softly. "I'd love to see what you look like."

Why the hell not? I've gone this far. He isn't going to molest me.

She stood up on bench and slipped her panties off. "What do you think?"

He goggled, staring at her crotch. "You don't have a penis!"

Her tinkling laugh rang out in the huge amphitheatre. "Of course not!"

Tolsten looked ruefully down at his cock, which was completely flaccid. "I guess I don't like girls."

This comment made Saeri laugh more. Perhaps she had sensed that. Perhaps that was why she was so comfortable taking her clothes off in front of him. She sat down on the bench next to him.

He looked at her with his haunted eyes. She had noticed already—something had happened to him. He was injured. She could sense it ... almost see it.

"May I touch you?" she asked. "I just want to hold your hands, to try out a theory I have."

"A theory?" Tolsten asked, extending his hands to her.

She took them in her small hands and closed her eyes. Her face became very serene.

Tolsten felt a warmth spread through him from her touch. He felt ... soothed. Although the feeling was purely positive, it was different from anything he had ever felt, and very real, not imagined. He shuddered slightly.

She looked up at him. "You've been hurt," she said softly. "Your pain is very similar to mine. Were you raped?"

He gasped and pulled his hands away, shifting away from her on the bench. His eyes were huge as he stared at her in horror. "You went through my memories!"

"No!" she quickly assured him. "I can't read minds, I just felt your pain. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or intrude on your privacy."

"You can feel other people's pain?" He was trembling slightly.

"Yes. Physical pain, most definitely, I can feel and heal. It's a talent I've recently discovered. I wasn't sure about emotional pain until just now, but I could feel yours. I don't know if I could heal it."

"You heal with magic?" he asked in awe.

She smiled. "I don't know if I'd call it magic. Talent, perhaps? I do seem to be able to help people heal faster and more fully than they normally would."

His mind sorted through the things she had told him. "You were raped?"

"Yes."

"Can you heal yourself?"

"Physically, yes. Emotionally ... well, that's harder. I think I've recovered from my ordeal better than most. I really don't think about it anymore, although..." She trailed off, unwilling to talk about her fear of intimacy. "No, I'm not completely healed."

"Do you want to try to heal me?" he asked. "Would it ... would it change me?"

"I don't think it will make much difference at all. I'm not even sure it's possible. However, if it does change you, it would be a positive change. You would feel better."

"Will you try? I'd like to feel better." He grinned sheepishly.

"I will try." She reached her hands out to him again, and he slid a bit closer and took them.

As before, she closed her eyes and calmness settled over her, seeming to seep into him as well. He felt her soothing warmth flowing into him. He sighed and closed his eyes. He wasn't sure how long she held his hands. He floated in a state of gentle happiness, feeling almost as if he were dreaming.

"Saeri!" Keven's voice crashed into their dream-state with jarring abruptness.

"What the hell are you doing?" He stood at the edge of the pool, fully clothed.

He looks very handsome, Saeri thought dreamily. She was finding it difficult to come fully back to awareness. She sensed Keven's anger and it pulled her awake. She glanced up at him and could almost see the fury rolling off of him.

She dropped Tolsten's hands and moved away from him. A blush spread over her as she realized she was naked in front of Keven.

"You're naked!" He was yelling at her. "What the fuck have you been doing?"

Saeri was still filled with peace and warmth from her healing session. His anger was confusing. She smiled at Keven. "Yes. The water feels wonderful."

"Did you have sex?" he demanded. Both Seari and Tolsten looked blissful, as if they had just finished a very satisfying love-making session. Keven felt like his world was in flames around him.

Saeri was suddenly indignant. "You have no right to ask that question of me. I'm not even sure you have the right to ask that question of him after your behavior this afternoon."

Keven looked like he was going to explode. Tolsten didn't think he'd ever seen him this angry—not even when he'd discovered him with Timor. It shocked and scared him.

"No, Keven. We did not," he said quickly. "She was just ... healing me."

Keven's fury seemed to come down a notch.

"Saeri's right. It's no concern of mine in any case." He was tight-lipped, his body tense. "Get dressed. I need to talk to you and I can't do it while you're naked." He spat out the word naked as if it were a bitter rind. He stalked to the fireplace and stood with his back to them.

When he had walked in and found Saeri and Tolsten naked together, holding hands, looking well-fucked, it had caused such excruciating pain that he was still spinning. It had upset him even more than walking in on Tolsten and Timor and seeing cum all over the wall.

His body was shaking, a physical manifestation of the intense emotions he was feeling. He fought to calm himself. He needed to be clear-headed. Their lives depended on it.

Saeri felt like a small child who had been caught doing something very naughty. She could feel the heat flushing her face and knew she must be bright red. She channeled her embarrassment into anger.

She climbed quickly out of pool and dried off. Donning her dress, she wrung her panties out and left them on the back of a chair to dry.

Tolsten wrapped a towel around his waist and approached Keven tentatively.

"We didn't do anything," he said softly. "We didn't even kiss. It turns out I don't like girls."

Keven glanced at him and his expression softened. He believed the youth. Examining his feelings, he realized that he was not angry with Tolsten ... but he was furious with Saeri. Curious. He needed time to understand his feelings, but Saeri joined Tolsten in front of him just then. He glared at her and she lifted her chin, her expression haughty.

He could not help himself. He lashed out at her. "What were you thinking? You are an Endoran noblewoman! Taking off your clothes and bathing with a complete stranger! Are you daft?"

Saeri stiffened. "What I do is none of your concern," she said tightly.

Keven felt like she'd just slugged him in the gut. Hard.

She obviously didn't care what he thought of her. She didn't feel anything for him at all. And she seemed completely unashamed of her actions. He felt his heart hardening, petrifying, turning to stone. It was the only way he could survive. Otherwise, he would die of heartbreak.

He clenched his jaw and glared at her for a long second. Finally, choosing his words carefully, he said in a voice cold and devoid of emotion, "If you wish to come with us, I need to ask you to restrain your behavior. The road will be long and dangerous. There will be no room for mistakes and no time for pleasure. Do you understand?"

Saeri blushed deeply. She felt like he had just called her a slut to her face. Restrain my behavior, indeed! As if I'm in the habit of throwing myself at any available man! A quiet fury burned within her, but she simply said, "Of course."

"You're going somewhere?" Tolsten squeaked. His eyes were huge and sad.

"I want to give you both a choice," Keven said. He was all business now. No emotion reflected in his voice or demeanor. "I will likely be giving Master Rim asylum in Endora. King Leon's men are on their way to arrest him, so we must leave quickly. We will probably be pursued as we flee to Endora. You are aware of the geography—we'll need to cross the whole of Kenezia. If we are caught, either by King Leon's force or by any Kenezians, things will surely go badly for us."

"Your other choice is to stay here. It will likely be chaotic for a while. It's possible that you'll find an opportunity to escape. More likely you'll simply be turned over to a different slave master."

He looked at Saeri directly, but his expression was still completely neutral. "Saeri, you may have a better chance than the rest of us. In the confusion that will surely follow our departure, you may be able to pass yourself off as a free woman. You have no slave marks do you?"

Saeri shook her head. She had completely healed herself of the small mark on her left wrist which had marked her as Master Rim's slave. The welts that Master Rim had ripped into her back not been visible since a few days after she had been whipped.

Emotion welled up in her. Keven is leaving!

He was offering her a choice to come with him or stay behind. Her rational mind told her that it was likely safer to stay behind. There was no reason to go with Keven. After she was free she could make her way home on her own without the extreme danger that Keven's party would surely face.

Her heart screamed at her to go with Keven. Why would I want to do that? she argued with herself. He doesn't care about me—he doesn't even like me. He just insulted me. It would be nothing but painful to stay near him. She already knew her answer, though. She would do anything to be near him, no matter how much pain it caused her or how dangerous it was. You are such a fool! she berated herself.

Now she just needed to figure out how to make her decision seem rational to Keven.

"Why did Master Rim bring us here—Tolsten and I? Why is he offering to let us come with him?"

This question would perhaps give her a seed of information to use for her explanation.

"He would like you to come because of your abilities as a healer. In fact, he was going to force you to come, but I insisted that it had to be your choice."

Damn! It seems Keven doesn't want me to come. "And Tolsten?"

Color crept into his face, but his expression and voice remained cold. "He thought I would want to take my lover with me." There was bitterness in his voice.

Tolsten's eyes widened and he started to move toward Keven, but the nobleman stopped him with look. "We can no longer be lovers. I'm sorry."

A pitiful whimper came out of the youth's throat and his eyes held so much hurt, Saeri sucked in her breath. How could Keven be so cruel? Perhaps he was not the man she thought he was.

Keven laid a hand gently on Tolsten's arm. "I will soon take my place as the King of Endora. I cannot bring you with me as my lover. But you are welcome to come with us as my friend."

Tears began to run down Tolsten's cheeks, and Keven's cold mask fell away. "I am very sorry." Saeri could see the anguish in his eyes. He glanced at her and stiffened, his eyes becoming cold again.

"I cannot stress how difficult and dangerous the road will be. We may well be traveling to our doom. It is your choice. You will need to decide soon, within a few hours. Preparations for our journey are already underway."

"I would like to go with you," Tolsten said. He did not want to be left behind. If he could not be Keven's lover, at least he could still be his friend.

Saeri thought over the statement Keven had just made. He was rejecting Tolsten as a lover because he was expecting to be king. Of course, a king would have to produce heirs. Keven would have to marry someone. Her heart suddenly leapt as a tiny hope flamed, but she quickly doused it. She could never marry him if he didn't love her. That would be a painful, bitter life. Better to never see him again.

She wondered at this choice he had made. She couldn't decide if it was in character for him or not. He did not seem the type to deny his nature for any reason. However, his sense of duty was very strong. Perhaps it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

"I will give you some time to think on this," Keven said to her, turning away.

"Who else is coming?" she asked abruptly. She was still seeking a plausible reason to go with them.

"So far it's Master Rim and his wife. He wants to bring a boy of about eleven as well. I don't know the story behind that, but apparently the boy is in his care."

"I will go, of course, and Tolsten. I'd like to keep the party small—we'll be able to travel faster and will be less conspicuous. However, we'll need a few good fighting men. I will make this same offer to Rees and Timor, two of my countrymen who I trust. I would like to find a few more Endoran soldiers to enlist as well. I suspect Rees will want to bring Arriene and his infant son. I'm not sure she will agree to go, but we'll bring them if she does."

Saeri nodded. Keven had spoken of Rees during the time they had spent together. She knew he had saved his life and that he was a breeding slave. An infant might give her the excuse she needed. He would need to be kept healthy, wouldn't he?

****

"Not Rees," Master Rim said grimly.

They were back at the negotiation table again.

"Why not?" Keven asked. "He is an excellent soldier. There is none I would rather have at my side."

"I have .... indulged myself with Rees. He surely hates me and will slide a blade into my heart at his earliest opportunity. I cannot trust him."

"You cannot trust him, but I can. I will require his allegiance and then I will forbid him to harm you. He will obey me."

Master Rim pursed his lips and looked Keven in the eye for a long moment. The young man was supremely confident in his abilities as a leader. He will make a strong king.

It might be fun to have Rees around. I could torture him some more—mentally only, of course. "If you're sure of him," he agreed.

****

Keven sat across from Rees and Timor. They were both still adjusting to the shocking news that Keven was the Presumptive Heir to the crown of Endora and the possible change in their status from slaves to free men.

"If she does not want to go, then I will not go either," Rees said stubbornly. "I will not abandon them here."

Keven was surprised. It had not occurred to him that Rees would consider not going.

"It will be dangerous either way, and I will, of course, respect your decision. If you come with us, I will require that you pledge your allegiance to me and obey me unconditionally. Are you willing to do that?"

"Arriene and Matson are my first priority, but I know you would never ask me to do anything that would put them in harm's way. I trust your judgment completely. Yes, I will pledge my allegiance to you. You have my loyalty ... and my obedience." Rees smiled at his friend.




Sex Slave Ch. 09



Keven was shaken by these statements. And it had been a long time since he'd seen Rees smile.

Rees trusted his judgment, but he was not sure he trusted it himself. Lately he seemed to be making lots of mistakes. Now he would have his friends' lives in his hands. He hoped he could live up to the faith they had in him.

"There is something else, though," Rees said quietly.

Keven looked at him expectantly.

"I would like to know if I have any other children here. I cannot bear to think of leaving them behind."

"We'll need to travel hard and fast. We cannot bring a bunch of babies with us."

"I understand. But can you find out if I have more children? And find out if Arriene is willing to come?"

"I will do that. Do you need that answer before you pledge to me?"

"No, I will pledge to you now, but with the understanding that if Arriene does not go, you will not force me to leave her."

"I will not."

Rees nodded. "I am ready."

Keven looked at Timor who had been sitting quietly at the table listening to him and Rees. "Timor..." he began.

"I will pledge to you without question as well, Sire." Timor interrupted him before he even got the question out of his mouth.

"Thank you," Keven was touched by the support shown to him by his friends. "Is there anyone you require to bring with us?"

"No, although if you want to bring more soldiers with us, there are some I can heartily recommend."

Keven smiled broadly. "I was hoping you might know a few good, loyal Endorans. We need to keep the party small. Please give me your top two picks."

****

Master Rim signed his name with a flourish. It was done. Negotiations were concluded.

Now they would be busy with final preparations: gathering supplies and equipment, obtaining travel clothing for all of them—easier for some than others. Rees and Timor required custom-made clothing and shoes. He had pressed many people into service in the flurry of activity surrounding their departure. Surely someone would figure out soon what was happening and then all hell would break loose.

He glanced at Keven. The young man looked tense, exhausted ... unhappy.

"You should be happy. You got your way."

Keven took a deep breath and tried to relax. The negotiations had been nerve-racking. He didn't trust Master Rim one bit. The man was incredibly shrewd. Keven had carefully scrutinized every single sentence he wrote to make sure it couldn't be interpreted maliciously. It had taken seven grueling hours, and he wasn't sure he was satisfied with the results.

Throughout it all, his thoughts kept returning to Saeri. He felt like his heart had been ripped out and impaled on a huge stake to be waved around and ogled at by all. He had obviously ruined any chance he had with his tiny angel. And she was acting not-so-angelic. Perhaps she wasn't who she seemed? That did not make it hurt less.

How could I have been such a fool? Thinking back on that first time with Tolsten, he cringed. That had been it—the moment when he had made the biggest mistake of his life. He had been weak, had let the desires of the flesh override his good sense.

Still, that first time with Tol had been unbelievable. He could not cast aside his relationship with Tolsten as if it meant nothing. He still had strong feelings for the beautiful boy, and if it hadn't been for Saeri, he would have looked back on his time with Tolsten as a sweet, sexy interlude instead of a mistake.

He smiled at Master Rim, but the smile was hollow. "It is done."

Master Rim was busy decanting two generous pours of red wine.

"No, thank you. I can't," Keven said, eyeing the wine. He needed to stay clear-headed.

"Of course, you can," Master Rim insisted. "You need to take a moment to relax and reflect, and then you need a few hours sleep before the final preparations." Master Rim held up his glass for a toast.

Keven picked his glass up and breathed in the heady scent of a very fine cabernet. His mouth watered. He was starving.

"To our upcoming adventure," Master Rim said. "May our journey be swift and safe."

"To our adventure," Keven agreed.

Master Rim watched the young man sip wine and start to relax. He really was an enigma.

He was surprised at some of the things Keven had insisted upon. Was Keven too soft to be a good leader, he wondered. He had indulged Rees's ridiculous whims. Master Rim had strongly disagreed with Keven's selection of companions for the journey. Women and children! Bah! Annalynn was nine-months pregnant for God's sake. She would be having the baby on the road. Keven had given her a choice though, and she had chosen to come. As far as Master Rim knew, everyone to whom Keven had offered the choice had chosen to come. He's got some charisma, that boy.

Apparently Annalynn's decision to come had also clinched the deal with Saeri. She decided she'd be needed on the journey. He smiled wryly. Something told him the healing fairy would make things interesting.

In the end, Master Rim had agreed to everything Keven wanted. He shook his head. Maybe I'm the one going soft. He had told Keven who Rees's children were: only Matsen and Annalynn's unborn baby. There had been one other pregnancy, but she had miscarried.

Keven had wanted to find out about Tolsten's mother and sisters as well. He probably would have insisted on bringing them along too, but they were long gone. Master Rim had gotten curious himself after hearing Tolsten's story. He had looked into the matter and discover ed that, shortly after their capture, they had been rescued. Tolsten's uncle had purchased them and taken them back to Kenezia. Tolsten had already escaped so he had missed being rescued. When he was recaptured a few years later, no one thought to look into his background. He was simply a runaway slave.

Master Rim drained his wine glass and reached for more. It might be some time before he had access to such fine wine again. A deep fear gnawed at his chest. He had worked so hard to build this estate. Leaving it felt almost like leaving his soul behind.

Will I still be a man?

Have I ever really been a man?

****

The big roan pranced nervously, skittering sideways and turning his head to cast a baleful eye on Keven. Keven patted his neck and spoke to him soothingly. Realizing that the horse was probably reacting to his own anxiety, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

In spite of his tension, he couldn't keep his eyes from being drawn to the heavens. He caught his breath again at the wonder of the night sky. It was cloudless and moonless. A billion stars glittered coldly, raising gooseflesh on his arms even though the night was warm.

A hot pressure rose in his breast, almost like the embers of a fire that are about to burst into flame from a gust of wind. He had not been outside at night in well over a year. Seeing the stars again was tangible evidence that he was free. Free to come and go as he chose, free to be out at night, free to ride a horse....

But that freedom would be quite fleeting if they were caught. Where the hell is Master Rim?

He glanced around at the small party. Everyone else was ready.

The coach was large and well-made, pulled by a team of four strong horses, but it was not ostentatious—Keven had insisted. They wanted to be inconspicuous. Master Rim hated to be inconspicuous. Already inside the coach were the women, the baby, and the boy.

He had only just met more than half their party the day before.

Arriene was breathtaking. He had never seen anyone with such exotic beauty. She was graceful, intelligent and ... stunning. He understood immediately why Rees was so smitten. Matsen was adorable and undeniably Rees's son—he had his eyes.

Arriene was a tall woman, as tall as Keven. Annalynn was even taller. She was impressive—self-assured, competent, and strong. If she hadn't been heavy with child, Keven would have put her in battle gear on a horse. She was probably an excellent fighter.

Master Rim's wife, Mistress Ceci was also in the coach. She was a tiny woman, but no less self-assured than Annalynn. Keven couldn't help but wonder how this seemingly normal woman ended up with Master Rim. She must not be nearly as normal as she appeared. She had a very engaging smile and relaxed manner. But she had to be insane—didn't she?

The boy, who had been introduced as Eleyot, was a thin, pale child of eleven or so. He had sandy hair and large brown eyes. He looked terrified as he clung to Ceci's side, trembling slightly. Keven had ascertained that he was Endoran. His parents had been killed in the war and he been sold into slavery. Keven had every intention of trying to find whatever might be left of his family when they got home—if they got home. The boy apparently didn't talk. He was obviously suffering from extreme trauma.   Where the hell is Master Rim?

Tolsten giggled and Keven glanced up at him. He and Saeri were seated together at the front of the coach to share the driving. Saeri had a smile on her face and was brushing his long hair. A sharp pang of jealousy swept through Keven and he gnashed his teeth.

Saeri looked every bit like a ten-year-old boy. Her white-blonde hair was tucked up under her hat, her large blue eyes were innocent and childlike, and her tiny frame was clothed in boy's attire. She had insisted pants were more practical for traveling. Keven didn't think it was proper, but he wasn't about to argue with her about her choice of clothing.

Saeri began to braid Tolsten's long shining hair, and he glanced down at Keven, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Keven turned away. He knew he had a scowl on his face.

He gave one last inspection of 'his men'. It seemed strange to be in command.

Rees sat his horse like a seasoned veteran. He'd seen two years of fighting before he was captured. His horse was a huge black gelding. Rees was dressed, as they all were, in practical travel clothes: mid-calf, leather boots, comfortable cotton pants, which would be exchanged for wool if the weather turned, a linen shirt topped with a leather vest. His great sword was near at hand, strapped onto the side of this horse, as was his bow and quiver. He wore a broad-brimmed leather hat to ward off the tropical sun and whatever rain they might encounter on their trip.

He caught Keven's eye and grinned broadly. He was nervous too, Keven could tell, but ecstatic to be free. He had grumbled a bit about Keven's decision to let Master Rim live, but he would follow Keven's orders.

Timor cut an equally impressive figure, astride a monstrous but spirited bay. His bow was the largest Keven had ever seen. He had managed to get is specially made, on very short notice, by Master Rim's armorer.

Timor had been invaluable in organizing the supplies for the journey. They had four extra horses, fully laden, strung out behind the coach. Keven was satisfied that Timor had brought everything that was necessary and absolutely nothing that wouldn't be used. He was amazing.

The last two members of their party were Endoran soldiers, friends of Timor from a different slave pen. Both were astounded to discover that the Heir Presumptive was alive and enslaved in Kreol as well.

Evon was an experienced commander with salt and pepper hair and a lean hard body. Keven was more than a little intimidated to be giving orders to such an experienced man. However, the older man had insisted that not only was it Keven's place to be in command, but that Keven was the stronger leader.

Keven had noticed that the older man had a way of pointing out alternatives that made them seem like Keven's ideas. He was very good at managing-up, Keven decided. He knew he'd be relying heavily on Evon's expertise. He had already been instrumental in helping them plan their route, explaining several advantages to the path they finally chose that hadn't occurred to him or Master Rim.

Patrik was just few years older than Keven, with dark hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and an easy smile. He claimed to be a master swordsman, which was confirmed by Evon—they had been in the same unit. Keven couldn't wait to fence with him. He had made sure that foils were among their gear; they were all rusty.

He looked surreptitiously back up at Tolsten and Saeri. He could not seem to keep his eyes off her, and even when he wasn't looking at her, he could feel her presence near. It was a horribly painful torture, but one he relished somehow. He had been immensely relieved when she had made her decision to come with them.

Tolsten now had a braid that fell to his waist. He looked different with his hair back and a hat on—older and more masculine, but just as alluring. He paled in comparison to the vision beside him, though.

Saeri was not looking at him; she hadn't looked at him yet that he'd noticed. Even in her guise as a ten-year-old boy, she seemed magical. There was something about her that spoke of fey; perhaps it was her exquisite grace or the way her skin reflected the light, making her seem to glow—or perhaps it was her unusual, unforgettable eyes.

Keven shook himself. He needed to stop mooning over Saeri. His inattention could get them all killed.

Rees eased his horse close to Keven's. "Perhaps we should just leave without him," he suggested with a grin.

Keven smiled. He knew this whole trip Rees was going to be looking for ways to get rid of Master Rim.

Where the hell is Master Rim?

Just then Master Rim strode into the courtyard accompanied by Dr. Markell. The doctor looked flustered; his elderly face was flushed, his body language animated. Master Rim looked like himself again, emotionless, in-control, impeccable.

Master Rim spoke earnestly to the doctor. "Yes, I am granting you the authority to do whatever you can to continue our work. I am sorry it has come to this. I know we are close to breakthroughs in many areas. I will hope and pray that you are successful, for the sake of humanity."

What the fuck is he talking about? Keven wondered.

"You have been most generous, my Lord. I will do my best," the doctor answered. He appeared to be trying to stuff a bulging purse into his too-tight shirt.

"Godspeed on your journey, then," Master Rim said reaching his hand out.

The doctor had found refuge for the money bag. He took Rim's hand and shook it heartily. "Best of luck to you, my Lord."

He appeared to be sincere. He looked up at Saeri, who was observing him with eyes that were rounder than usual.

"Saeri, it has been an immense pleasure to work with you. I have never worked with anyone who is able to produce so many miracles. God go with you."

Saeri bowed her head respectfully. "And with you."

This whole exchange rattled Keven. Dr. Marken and Saeri obviously respected each other. Doctor Marken also seemed to respect Master Rim. What the hell? Master Rim was certainly a man of many faces.

Doctor Marken looked up at Keven. "Good luck, Sire. May we meet again." He obviously knew who Keven was.

Keven inclined his head. "Best of luck to you..." He hesitated. "... in your humanitarian endeavors," he guessed.

Master Rim beamed at Keven and somehow seemed almost normal for a brief moment in time.

Keven was to see one more glimpse of Master Rim's heart. Just as he was climbing into the carriage, he paused and looked around at his estate. For a fraction of a second, his face crumbled. It suddenly became very clear to Keven how deeply Master Rim felt the loss of his estate—much more than just land, Master Rim had controlled thousands of people, literally holding their lives in his hands. Now, he controlled nothing.

He glanced up at Keven and his face immediately lost all emotion. He gave a curt nod and climbed into the carriage.

Keven's roan half-reared as he dug his heels in and pulled on the reins to guide him to the front of the small cavalcade. He felt eyes boring into his back. He could almost feel the emotions flowing through the members of their small party—hope, fear, excitement. He led them out of the courtyard, through the gates, and onto the open road.

The road home.

****

Author's note:

This will be the last chapter I post in the BDSM category. This chapter really doesn't qualify much as BDSM, but since I started in this category, I wanted to do one more posting here. As you can see, the situation has changed for our heroes (and heroines). They are no longer in bondage, although there is no doubt more heartbreak, adventure, and romance in their future.

All future chapters will be posted in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category, as this story is really a fantasy/romance at heart (with heavy BDSM influences and a few other dalliances).

Next I will post a prologue that tells the story of how Rees and Keven ended up in slavery in the first place. After that, I plan to finish up this story in 3 or 4 more chapters.

Heartfelt thanks to everyone who has given me comments and encouragement along the way. You have no idea how much I love to hear from you!

--allusive1