Side Trip: A Mistress Raven Tale
mc; Fg; gg; Fdom; oral; mast
The ringing echoed through the airship cabin. For a long moment, the two occupants- a woman with skin nearly porcelain in color, and a lightly tanned girl no older than nine- ignored it. The girl's head bobbed away between the woman's legs, brunette hair tickling the woman's thighs.. The woman threw her head back, moaning loudly as the girl's tongue manipulated her nether region expertly. She rose, quickly, towards a climax.
The ringing of the bell echoed again, and Mistress Raven moaned in frustration, throwing a leg over Rebecca's head. She slipped off the futon and into the pile of discarded robes with a grace the prepubescent Rebecca envied. Rebecca moved towards the edge of the futon, but a gesture from her mistress stopped her.
“Stay here, pet,” she ordered in a half-growl. “I'll find out what the problem is.”
Rebecca nodded, curling back down under the thick comforter. Her fingers found their way between her legs, rubbing at her throbbing preteen clit, sliding gently between her nether lips. She bit her lip, trying hard to fight down the climax building in her. Mistress Raven wasn't in the room, and it was a rule that Rebecca never climax unless Mistress was watching.
Her tiny finger dipped inside her preteen pussy, gently rolling around. Rebecca's hips shuddered as she forced herself not to build towards climax, simply skirt the edge. Her lips parted, just a little, as she let out keening whines of pleasure.
Her activities were interrupted by futon beneath her shifting. “Hands off yourself, pet,” came Mistress' stern voice. “No time for that now.”
“Of course, Mistress,” Rebecca replied quickly. She removed her hands from her nether regions, and sat up as her mistress threw open the wardrobe.
“Clean your hands, and put these on,” Mistress instructed, tossing clothing onto the table. It was notably different than their normal robed fair, and Rebecca eyed the corset in the pile with distaste even as she moved to the washbasin.
“Mistress,” she inquired as she rinsed her hands of her juices, “What is it?”
“Hong Tian Long,” Mistress replied, slipping into her own tongue easily. “Pirates,” she added as an afterthought. Rebecca was quiet as she mused on this. She knew her Mistress was considered unsavory by a great many individuals, but she hadn't thought that her mistress would be the like to deal with pirates.
“Isn't dealing with them...dangerous, Mistress?” Rebecca asked after she'd struggled into the corset.
“No,” Raven replied evenly. “They're not pirates in the sense the Empire uses the word.” Raven paused, adjusting the tan shirt. “They raid ships, settlements, yes, but not to make off with things for themselves. They're a business as well.”
Rebecca considered that. “So they do their own business?”
“Yes,” Raven said, digging through the wardrobe again. “And today, we shop.” She turned, looking at Rebecca's half-dressed state. “Get dressed! Now!”
She'd never seen anything quite like the airship. Her Mistress had, after some badgering, translated the pirate's name for her- “Red Sky Dragon”. She just hadn't expected it to be quite so literal. The front was carved in the likeness of a dragon, the outer hull a deep crimson down to where it met the tan of the lift bag.
It was also almost two city blocks in size, a small town in the air.
She strode a step behind her Mistress, looking around. Scents tickled at her nose; grilled chicken, vegetables, cooking rice. The rattling of coins and chains. Shouts in the language of Chung Kuo. She thought about checking one of the stalls, but chose against it.
“Mistress?” Rebecca asked.
“Follow,” Raven replied evenly. Rebecca obeyed, following her mistress into the lower levels. The scents changed, and she looked around. People on chains. Her mistress stopped, and Rebecca all but ran into her mistress.
“Captain,” Raven asked a man standing nearby. “New acquisitions?”
The captain replied in his native tongue. Mistress slid into it as well, and Rebecca's head swiveled back and forth as they spoke. She didn't understand the language of the Middle Kingdoms. She hard a had time with the three or four spoken in the Empire, for that matter.
The two talked, and Rebecca watched, looking between the two. She wasn't sure what the conversation was about, but she could tell from the tone it was rather heated. When it ended, Mistress grunted in disgust as the captain walked away. Rebecca frowned; the disgust was also written on her face; the raven mask she wore did nothing to disguise that.
“Come,” she told Rebecca. “We must wait until auction to buy from their stock, and I need to buy some other things while we're here.” Rebecca frowned at this, but followed without question.
She remained silent as Raven haggled with a vendor on the top level of the bazaar that took much of the ship's space. Mistress was teaching her much, but she'd yet to grasp the language. It wasn't hard, though, to tell that Mistress Raven was buying ingredients for her alchemy.
Rebecca sighed heavily. That was something else she'd had a hard time grasping. Alchemy had always been a suspect art in the Empire, despite making possible the technology which gave it such prosperity. The arts from Chung Kuo were an entirely different beast.
She could hear the frustration from the earlier argument underlying her mistress' tones as she haggled with each vendor. Rebecca looked at her mistress in worried trepidation. Raven's eyes flicked to her briefly, and the woman slid one hand unnoticed onto the preteen's behind. Rebecca, in turn, forced herself not to flinch or moan. The touch of her mistress always made her so wet.
“Come,” her mistress said. Rebecca followed without thought of anything but her mistress' touch. Time passed, and the pair shopped. Mistress' satchel bulged with ingredients, and the pair headed into the depths of the ship's hold.
“Are we to buy more at the auction?” Rebecca asked when the pair were alone on a walkway.
“Yes,” Raven replied. “Soon you will have a sister, and I more for my manse.” Rebecca didn't reply or ask for clarification on the matter. Mistress was all to her, and her will would be made clear. She followed meekly.
The room was warm, when they arrived. The crowd was mixed; buyers from Chung Kuo and the Empire mixed with the crew. “Position, pet,” Raven said. Rebecca knelt, facing away from her Mistress, eyes lowered. There was shouting, bids- Rebecca knew enough to catch large numbers- and finally mutters or the occasional bit of clapping. Finally Mistress nudged her, and she stood.
“Let's collect our prizes,” Raven said, moving towards the auctioneer. Rebecca trailed along in silence. Part of her was bewildered to see young girls and boys in chains, realizing it was a slave auction. Then again, given the haste which they'd been forced to depart for Aldenmar, Rebecca could understand the need for new servants. After all, Mistress could hardly run her household with just the two of them.
The slave keeper ushered forward two boys and a girl. All three were covered in dust, clothing torn. Mistress Raven accepted the chain, and smiled. “Follow,” she instructed Rebecca. Rebecca obeyed.
“The boys will have their own regimen,” Mistress told Rebecca. “The girl is to be a sister to you. Take and clean her up.” The instructions were half-shouted over the clanking, clicking of the automatons freeing Mistress' airship from the pirate's Bazaar-Ship.
Rebecca nodded. She looked at the girl, grime covered girl. It couldn't hide defiant brown eyes or nearly white blonde hair, or the figure of the girl being older than her. She took the girl's chain and the keys for her restraints, tugged it, and the girl stumbled after her. Mistress and the two boys led them below decks, but while Mistress took the boys further down Rebecca led her down the hall stopping outside one door that looked like any other. “What is your name?”
The girl said nothing. Rebecca stood there. “Your name,” she repeated patiently.
“Charlotte,” the girl said. “Not that a flesh automaton knows that.”
“I know plenty,” Rebecca said. “My will is Mistress', but her will kept me from worse fates. As it has kept you.”
“Being kidnapped and sold to some foreign bitch is a good fate?” Charlotte asked.
“Preferable to death in a factory,” Rebecca replied. Charlotte looked away sullenly, having no comeback to this. Rebecca tugged the chain leash, leading Charlotte into the room.
The girl in the restraints made a confused noise, and Rebecca smiled. Mistress was very particular about her luxuries; while the brownstone where Rebecca had worked for her had been spartan, her airship carried a well made bath in the manner of the Middle Kingdoms. Rebecca shut and locked the door behind them. “I will now remove your restraints,” she said plainly.
It took a bit more effort than she wanted; the locks on the iron restraints were old and the keys had difficulty turning. Finally, the shackles and collar clattered to the floor, and with some effort Rebecca forced them to the side. “Strip please, and put your rags in the bin.”
“Naked? In front of another girl?” Charlotte asked incredulously. Rebecca glared at her.
“You're not going anywhere, and I doubt we'll see the boys again before Aldenmar. Now strip!” she snapped. Charlotte looked at her in surprise, but did as she was told.
“W-what will I wear?” she nervously asked Rebecca as she carefully removed the last tattered remnants of her previous life.
“Mistress will bring you clothing,” Rebecca said. She omitted the likelihood of Raven joining them. She reached around Charlotte, sliding the red jade cylinders into the heaters for wash water and bathing water.
Charlotte looked at Rebecca nervously as the smaller, somewhat pudgier nine-year-old stripped out of her own robes without a hint of shame, but left her butterfly mask on. “I see why Mistress bought you,” Rebecca said, stepping close to Charlotte, who immediately felt very nervous. “When you're clean, you'll be the picture of beauty.”
Charlotte stammered, and Rebecca leaned closer. “And when you're obedient, you'll be my sister slave and our lover.” She kissed Charlotte softly, leading her over to the small basin to wash. Charlotte said nothing as Rebecca washed her, every nook and cranny, paying attention to the soft buds of her developing breasts and sensitive cunt. She was too deep in shock as Rebecca washed away the grime of her abduction.
“It's a baptism,” Rebecca whispered, “into your new life.”
Charlotte whimpered, desperately wishing she had some way to escape. There was none, of course; an airship was an isolated environment during travel. She continued to whimper as Rebecca carefully washed her hair, and gently rinsed it.
“Come,” Rebecca bade her. Charlotte followed, almost robotic. With some help, Rebecca got her into the large tub. “Just relax,” Rebecca told her. “That's what a bath is for.” Charlotte tried, even as Rebecca slipped in beside her.
They sat in silence, immersed in water. Both girls relaxed slowly, and Charlotte stretched out, breathing deeply. She almost failed to notice the door open and close again. “What a wonderful sight,” came a voice. Charlotte stiffened, looking.
Mistress Raven stood, slowly disrobing. Charlotte's mouth moved, but her throat had tightened so no noise escaped. Raven allowed herself a chuckle, and stepped over to the tub, raising a vial filled with green liquid, with copper specks flickering in it. Charlotte shook her head, but had no escape as the Mistress entered the tub and Rebecca gripped her tightly from behind.
With a firm grip, Raven opened Charlotte's mouth and poured the elixir in. Charlotte's flicker of awareness was Rebecca comforting her, telling her it was okay.
She wished she could believe that.
