A Slave to the Servants Ch. 01-02

The long haired man held me face down with my hands behind my back. He had my right arm twisted in a grip so strong I feared the bone would break. Screaming apologies I lay still, praying he would release me.

"That was a horrible noise, Ciara," the bearded man commented.

"I apologize, Master," I sobbed, grateful the long haired man had suddenly freed my arm.

The bearded man spoke to the long haired man sharply then, "Use less force, Evan. You act as though we have not been trained."

The man named Master Evan pulled me to stand as he grunted an apology to the bearded man.

"It ran at me," he said, "I was surprised."

I stood and trembled between the two men. Powerful did not begin to describe them. Despite my objections the long haired man, Master Evan, had quite simply moved me to the floor like I wasn't fighting him. My arm throbbed as a vivid reminder of how not to act.

The men were looking at me and I realized I had been staring at them.

I wasn't sure how I had ever confused them for human. For one, they were too tall. Secondly, their eyes were different, larger and more feline. Their skin also should have told me, it was very faintly striped gold and golden brown. There were subtle and distinct differences between us.

I dropped my eyes, but not before taking in Master Evan's complete form. He was tall and his muscles were well defined in his arms and chest. Like the bearded man he also had a good number of scars that cut across his body. Unlike the bearded man he had less chest hair.

"Your eyes are green, Ciara. None of us have green eyes," Master Evan said conversationally.

I had no response to that but looked up at his face again. Master Evan had a lopsided smile on. He was just intently watching me. For a man that had nearly ripped my arm off, he seemed almost good humored.

The bearded man was standing watching me also, but seemed to have deferred the conversation to Master Evan.

"What is Ciara? Why are you calling me that? My name is Rachel," I said to him in a pleading voice.

"That's twice you didn't follow instructions, Ciara. I would be happy to answer your question if you apologize for not addressing us properly. Be forewarned, the punishment will only get worse the longer you defy us," he said in that pleasant tone.

The lanky guy on the bed spoke before I had the chance to. "Liam told me the first they did with their slave was take it down and show it the whipping post. He told me they strapped it to the post and left it there half the day, after that they had no problems."

I'd been beaten by my mother and her brothers on more than one occasion. These guys were much tougher than my family. I had no urge to repeat an experience like that ever again.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you Master, Master. Please, tell me where I am. Why are you calling me Ciara? Why am I here? I'm sorry, Master." I stumbled all over my words and looked at the floor.

Tears started to fill my eyes, again. I was too weak; I should fight them. The entire experience was humiliating.

"We have named you Ciara that is why I am calling you that. You are on the planet Pateria. You are our sex slave."

I gasp looking up but he continued to speak.

"You were brought from your home planet through a dimensional portal. They don't open often on your world, so you can't go back. If you are agreeable your life here will be pleasant. If you can't be agreeable, well, we'll be very sorry for that."

Master Evan finished his speech by quickly wiping a tear off my cheek. I watched as he brought it to his lips.

"Well?" the dark haired man on the bed asked looking at Master Evan.

"Salt and something else," he said.

The lanky man spoke then, "Ciara, what do you keep making with your eyes?" he asked curiously.

I didn't have a word for it in the language I was thinking in. "I'm sorry, Master," I said getting flustered, "there is no word ... Master."

"Was there a word in your first language?" the lanky man asked.

I thought hard for a minute and tried to remember, it finally came to me. "Tear, Master," I said triumphantly.

My face fell the minute I realized what an idiot I was being. In my confusion, Master Evan had wrapped his hand around my arm and was pulling me back to the bed.

The dark haired man looked at the lanky guy sharply as he spoke. "It is not to speak of it's home planet again, Christof. Do not encourage that behavior," he said.

Master Evan continued to tug me toward the bed and I resisted.

"Please," I cried with a wavering voice pulling against him, "don't do this. Please don't hurt me. I want to go home."

The words sex slave kept rolling around in my head. I was not cut out to be anyone's sex slave.

Master Evan pulled harder and I stumbled forward. The arm still ached from his prior abuse, so I didn't fight too hard against him. Instead, I looked around the room for some other way out.

My frantic eyes locked on the bed and the two figures still lounging there. The dark haired man I had originally thought bought me was watching my display intently.

"We have no wish to harm you," he said. "We have paid a great deal for you and only wish to explore what we have bought."

'They paid a lot? For me?' I was so surprised that I stopped pulling against Master Evan for a moment.

I saw a fifth figure moving into the room. He held a large brown jug in his hands.

"We should give it water," he said to the group. "It lost fluid at the auction has not taken any since."

His hair was reddish brown and cut in short waves about his head. He was leaner than the others with a more finely muscled appearance. His waist had the same linen shift, though.

At the sound of something to drink I was suddenly parched. I licked my dry lips and watched him. He came to rest in front of me and dropped something on the ground.

"Kneel Ciara and Kein will give you something to drink," Master Evan commanded.

I was so thirsty. Master Evan put his hands on my shoulders and encouraged me to comply. Slowly, I kneeled down and realized a thick, soft cushion was under my knees. I reached for the jug and was tutted.

Master Kein brought the jug to my lips and I took a tentative sip. It tasted like cool water with a hint of something sweet. I gulped as fast as he would allow me to drink. I didn't finish until the jug was empty.

When I was done drinking, Master Evan pulled me to stand again. He grabbed the arm he had twisted so viciously before and I didn't fight as he pulled me to the bed. Pushing gently he forced me away from the edge, so I sat fully on the firm mattress.

Master Kein had set the jug down and moved beside the dark haired man. Master Evan slowly crawled until he was right beside me, facing me. I sat stiffly and upright watching the men surround me.

Master Evan sat very close next to me and looked into my eyes deeply. I flinched, but otherwise stayed still, when his hand came up to trace my the line of my nose.

"Open your mouth, Ciara," he commanded and I did.

The Dark haired man leaned forward until he and Master Evan were directly in my face.

Dark hair used his fingers to pull my lips back and he seemed to be examining my teeth. Using the flat of his finger he examined my entire mouth. Master Evan assisted him. It felt like he was pinching and playing with my tongue. They seemed satisfied with whatever they found.

When the men removed their fingers I hesitantly closed my mouth. Master Evan touched my lips and I automatically opened them for him. He was no longer interested in the inside, though. The strange man sat and rubbed his fingers across my full lips.

"So soft," he said looking back at the dark haired man.

Just like the rest of me my lips were curvy and thick. The color and texture seemed to mesmerize Master Evan. The attention was beginning to unnerve me again.

The dark haired man sat back and considered me. Master Evan stayed in my face and placed his fingers over the staccato pulse under my jaw.

"Do not fear us, Ciara. We will not cause you harm. We will protect you," he said.

I wished I could believe that. Contrary to their words my arm still throbbed. It was a constant reminder what they could do if they cared to.

Dark hair laid a hand on my shoulder and I watched him warily. I jumped when Master Evan laid a hand on the opposite shoulder. They slowly started to stroke my arms on either side.

The men trailed their fingers down my arms toward my hands. Their touch was tentative and explorative. It was in sharp contrast to being wrestled to the floor or dragged to the bed.

The Dark haired man made a disgruntled sound as he examined my right hand. I wanted to pull away, but his grip on my arm was firm. God, they were strong.

"The skin is rough, cracked, and broken," he said touching the lines on my palm.

"As is this one," Master Evan said from my other side.

"It has not been well cared for, but that is of no concern now. We will use the cream on it," Master Kein stated and the other men murmured approval.

The texture of me seemed to fascinate them. They ran their fingers along my arms and legs like they had never seen skin before. I could not stop the involuntary flinching.

The more they touched me, the more freaked out I got. They were overwhelming. I pulled at my limbs trying to curl myself into a ball.

"Please let me go, please stop, please don't rape me," I begged tugging hard at the extremities they were still holding tight.

"We can hold you down if you are not agreeable," the dark haired man said, "and I will tell you only once. Do not use words from your first language or speak of your first home. I do not know the word 'rape' and I do not care to know it."

He didn't look angry, just stern.

I was panting in fear watching his eyes. Being tied down would make this worse, I had to calm down. It took a supreme effort, but I managed to slow my breathing to a more reasonable pace.

Tears started to form in my eyes again. I cast my eyes down to hide them and really saw myself for the first time.

I looked different. In my rapid survey of myself all I had noted was the lack of clothing. With the initial panic gone I could do a more thorough evaluation.

There was so much different about me now. My tan lines were gone. The skin of my body was all creamy white like I'd never spent a day in the sun. In addition, all of my body hair seemed to have been removed, including the fine hairs on my arms.

Without thinking I wrenched my arms from their grasp and grabbed my head in sheer terror. My long brown hair was still attached. Running my fingers through it, I made sure it was all there.

"We did not remove any hair from your head or face. Our cousins told us a human would want to keep that. We wish you to be a happy slave," the dark haired man told me. "We will keep it for ornamentation."

"Yes, thank you," I answered feeling dazed.

"You must call me Master every time you speak to me, Ciara," he said watching me.

I had to remember the rules. It was the only way I would survive, that much I was sure of.

"Yes, thank you, Master," I whispered and he looked very pleased.

My hands drifted from my hair to my neck. I could feel the metal collar circling it. The collar wasn't too tight, but it wasn't loose. It seemed to be about an inch wide. Running my fingers along it I could feel it was covered with an intricate design.

"It is our symbol. Any that see it will understand we own you," the Dark haired man said.

I nodded mutely and inspected the metal bracelets on my wrist. They were wider, maybe three inches and they fit like they had been made for me. Both of them were covered in the same pattern. I saw no way to remove them.

Glancing down, I saw two more identical cuffs encircling my ankles. The bearded man was taking his time exploring my feet, so I didn't get a good look at them. I assumed they probably had the same design.

My eyes turned to gaze back at my strange looking body. The men had reached my torso now. I watched their rough calloused hands glide over my chest and stomach. I still flinched as they lifted and cupped my breasts. That didn't keep my attention, I was interested in farther down.

That huge bush was gone, along with most of my pubic hair. What I had left made a motif on my lower stomach. I touched my belly and traced the mark. The dark haired man's fingers followed mine.

"It was Christof's idea, it is also our symbol," he said. "None will confuse who you belong to."

I stretched back to look at the symbol and the dark haired man pushed me gently until I was laying on my back. I was looking up into his charcoal eyes feeling unsure again. His hair hung to his chin and I watched it catch the light. It almost had a blue tint is was black.

"You do not know what to call me, do you?" he asked.

"No...Master," I said almost not remembering.

He chuckled and stroked my cheek, "I am Master Damien," he said then pointed to the lanky man on the other side of the bed. "That is Master Christof."

The bearded man was between my legs inspecting my calf and looked up into my eyes, "You may call me Master Bane."

"I am Master Kein," the man that had brought the jug said as he traced my hip bone.

Master Christof was the only man that didn't seem to want to touch me. He sat on the other side of the bed watching his companions.

The exploration of my body continued as I lay there. The switched places and took their time. Most of the men explored with their hands, but the one named Master Evan started licking. He tasted me everywhere.

Terror rose in my gut as his tongue ran over my arms. Were they planning to eat me? Perhaps telling me I was a sex slave was just a ruse, so they would have an easier time. In fear, I started to shake and shiver on the bed.

"What is this?" Master Bane asked holding my trembling limb as I tried vainly to jerk it back.

"Is it ill?" Master Kein asked.

Master Damien appraised me and crawled up by my head. He looked deeply into my eyes for several long moments. I jumped when his warm hand lay over my heart.

"No, it is afraid again," he diagnosed correctly. "Do not fear Ciara, we will care for you now. Relax and allow us to prepare you for your purpose," he commanded.

Well, it didn't sound like they wanted to eat me. I didn't really understand what he meant by preparation, though. Once again, I forced myself to relax and calm down.

Prior experience with my old boyfriend in the Chevy had taught me that tensing up before sex made it worse. If I wanted to survive this experience with my lower half intact, I would need to control myself. I concentrated on the ceiling and tried to relax.

Master Evan's tongue had reached my torso now. I felt warm lips on my stomach and a tongue running over my flesh. He tasted my belly button thoroughly, he seemed to be checking it for something. He probed and pushed at it for several moments with his tongue and fingers.

"No, Basin is correct," he said. "We cannot use it here. It is not deep enough."

The other men murmured as lips ran up over my left breast. He lapped at the underside of the large round orb before coming to the tip. The sensitive tissue crinkled under his tongue. That fascinated them.

Master Kein started to work on the other breast with his fingers. When he quickly achieved the desired result he was thrilled. He continued to change his stroke watching the skin react.

It was getting harder to concentrate on the ceiling. My breasts had never experienced such wonderful stimulation. Master Kein's hands were driving me insane and then Master Evan latched his mouth onto the nipple. He sucked hard and my back arched. I buried my hands in his silky hair without thinking.

Master Damien peeled my hands away and placed them above my head. I wanted to reach back down but felt myself restrained. Again, I noted the pole that rose through the center of the bed. A bit of leather now attached my wrists quite securely to that beam. The idea of being tied down terrified me and I looked up into Master Damien's eyes.

"We will never hurt you Ciara, but we can't be sure of the same treatment from you," he said.

"How could I hurt you, sir...Master?" The men were gargantuan compared to me.

Whether they were lean or hulking they were covered in sinewy muscle. From the easy way Master Evan had thrown me to the ground I knew they were stronger than I was. There was really nothing I could do to them.

"This is something you don't need to concern yourself with. Aren't we bringing you pleasure? It was explained to us you would enjoy this," Master Damien stated.

"Yes, Master," I answered breathlessly.

Master Kein had decided to use his mouth like Master Evan and the stimulation was too much. He nipped lightly and I moaned softly before managing to ask.

"I don't understand why you care, Master."

Master Damien brushed his fingers over my eyebrows and watched me. "If you are in pain and unwilling you will become ill. We wish for you to stay healthy. Your health reflects positively on us, an ill slave is not honorable," he answered. "We will prepare you, so you will be a healthy slave."

The earlier comment made sense. They were preparing me for sex. It was starting not to matter, as long as those wet mouths continued to work over my nipples.

Soft teasing strokes had run up my legs, tickling the skin behind my knees. Master Bane was between my thighs and his hands were stroking just next to my center.

"Brothers," he called, "it is getting ready." He was looking down at my pussy with rapt attention.

I tried to close my legs but couldn't with Master Bane sitting there. Master Christof got off the bed and walk around to come stand in front of me. I could feel myself and I was starting to get wet. I wasn't used to this kind of attention, alien planet or not.

My face flushed hot because I knew what they were looking at. I'd looked in a mirror once when I was excited once just to see. I knew the pink lips would be full and plump. There was probably wetness gathering at the entrance to my womanhood. My little clit would be poking bravely from behind its hood. I wondered how much they knew about all of that.

Master Evan lifted his head from my chest and smiled at me, "I will know you there, Ciara, no part of you will hide from me."

My legs were forced wider apart as Master Evan joined the other man. He used his tongue to run up my weeping slit. Against my better judgement I groaned as he moved over my pouting clit.

"Well, brother?" Master Damien asked.

"It is an interesting flavor and we will certainly know where ever it goes," Master Evan answered.

The men spoke about my private parts like they were discussing the parts of a car. Other men, as well as, the saleswoman had explained how the pieces worked. They were eager to test what they had learned.

"Here," Master Damien pointed and brushed his fingertip over my clit.

I sucked in a gasp and pulled at my restraints as he teased the tiny bud. My old boyfriend had never found it or at least never cared to. Master Damien seemed to know exactly where to look.

"That's it," Master Evan agreed and blew across the tissue.

Master Evan nibbled and sucked at my clit until I was twisting my hips involuntarily. The men laughed and complimented the saleswoman on her knowledge, she had told them how to do that.

I felt fingers, lots of them sliding into my cunt slowly stretching me. The fingers slipped lower and I tried to protest. Master Damien put a wet finger over my lips. I could smell the musty scent of my arousal on his hand.

"Ciara, do not resist us," he chastised.

"Please, Master," I begged him using the words I was supposed to, "it will hurt. Please don't put anything there."