A Slave to the Servants Ch. 11

"You are well paid for your services, even if Nu-reeh does not understand the value of what she gives you. To talk of rebellion when you are so finely compensated is dishonorable. Would it be better to be without a job and be worthless to your Mistress? I think not, Masters, I believe it is better to be like you are now," I finished and held my breath.

"It is better," Master Damien said slowly, "to be a slave?"

"They pay you, Master, you are not a slave," I argued holding my ground.

"They do not wish to pay us," Bane said irritably, "Nu-reeh told us we would not need it, but we liked the stones so much she continues to bring them."

"Because you are not slaves," I told Bane, "you are servants. Servants can demand things like payment or days off, Masters."

"We cannot leave without permission," Christof reminded me.

"Just like you could not leave the compound?" I asked. "When that was your job, weren't you told to stay? Was it honorable to leave the compound when you didn't have permission, Masters?" I asked.

"This is not the same," Master Evan said. "We are not free men allowed to roam. We are slaves, tethered to our Mistress's wishes."

"Slaves are not paid, Master Evan," I said shaking my head. "Slaves do not have days off. You are given things a slave does not get."

The men considered what I said, but still looked doubtful. I hoped it would make a difference. They would not succeed if they did not accept this life.

A small motion at the end of the turn in the walls got my attention, though. I thought I saw something move. As I watched intently the men all turned to look.

"I thought I saw something move," I said quietly.

Master Damien and Master Bane bounded in that direction and the rest tucked me against the wall to our right. The men stood at the ready and then relaxed.

"Nothing there, Ciara," Master Evan told me, but Master Damien was still all the way at the end of the passage with Master Bane.

"How do you know what he saw?" I asked. "There could be something there."

"We have a bond, Ciara," Master Christof said. "Damien and Bane saw nothing there. Were you just trying to distract us?"

"No," I huffed, "I really saw something, Master Christof."

"No tracks," Master Bane said, "nothing there, the slave was only trying to draw our attention away."

I argued with them all the way back to the cabin that I wasn't trying to distract them. I only stopped talking about it because they offered me a drink. I took the water and then they each took some.

"There are better ways to turn our attention, Ciara," Master Kein told me.

"I wasn't trying to turn your attention from anything, Master Kein," I argued as they stripped me out of my brown cover and soft foot covers.

"This for instance is a good way," Master Kein continued to insist as he pulled at my nipples.

I tried to step toward him to take the strain off them. Master Bane stopped me by trapping my arms behind my back and holding me. Master Kein continued to pull and twist the rings on my nipples until they throbbed in time with my heartbeat. The hot sting shot to my cunt and I started to feel soaking wet in my folds.

Master Christof took the chain at my waist and unhooked it. He threw it and the panel aside. Now I stood nude in the main room as Master Kein tormented my breasts. They didn't undress themselves, so I wondered where this would go.

Suddenly, they released me.

"Perhaps a meal, Brothers," Master Damien said heading for their bags.

"No," I roared launching in front of Master Damien. "I need you, Masters, now."

"You are being punished for being a willful slave," Master Damien grinned. "We have learned much from the other men in the mountains about humans. Being denied release is a tactic used in other compounds. We thought it would be very effective."

"I can make my own release, Master," I said cockily and immediately regretted that comment.

Master Evan bound my arms behind me from my wrists to my elbows. I couldn't go through this again.

Pushing a kneeling place with my foot I placed it in front of Master Damien and knelt down. I kissed his boots and begged forgiveness.

"Ask my Brothers," he said simply.

I pushed the kneeling place around the room with my foot and begged each of them while kissing their boots. By the time I reached the last man I was pleading shamelessly. Last time I'd been bound like this it had lasted all day. I couldn't go through that again.

Master Bane undid the bonds and I turned to hug him. He tilted my face to his and kissed my lips voraciously. I poured all my passion back at him.

"I am hungry, Damien, but not for meat," he said running a hand down my body.

Master Bane's hand landed on my hip and drifted to a round meaty butt. I knew what he liked lay between my cheeks. He wanted my ass, he loved it, so I offered it to him.

I stepped away from him, much to his surprise. Leaning over the table on widely spaced feet I spread myself with my hands. The plug and my still sopping pussy were lewdly displayed in this position. I stroked the plug with my fingertips and moaned when a second set joined mine.

Master Bane slowly pulled at the plug until is slipped from me.

"You will not need this to fill you," he said huskily.

I continued to hold myself open, expecting an assault. Instead I felt hot breath lower on my wet pussy lips. Master Evan licked and nibbled running his tongue teasingly over my clit for several minutes.

"This is what I have been craving, Brothers," Master Evan said running his fingers where his tongue had been.

I was breathless with excitement and anticipation. Everyone had stopped what they were doing, but they weren't touching me. Master Evan's fingers continued to just lightly caress and stroke.

Slowly I turned to watch Master Evan until he knelt before me. I tugged at the ties on the top of his shirt and then pulled it over his head. He rose to stand and I started to work on his pants. Pushing my kneeling place with my foot, I knelt before him and helped him remove his boots. Master Evan's pants were the last item of clothing to slide from his body.

Master Bane stepped in front of me next, followed by all of his Brothers. In quick succession I undressed all of them. Soon they stood staring at me with nothing between me and their bobbing erections.

"Now, Masters," I demanded throatily. "Please fuck me."

I turned and leaned back on the table and waited.

Hands grabbed by hair and pulled me back until I was flush to a very hairy chest.

Master Bane spoke as he held me, "I wish to see it surrounded by our colors."

"I wish to hear our names," Master Kein said from beside him.

Master Bane leaned down and picked me up, carrying me toward the bedroom. I saw Master Christof dutifully placing their covers across the bed. I had forgotten how they liked things decorated and their new obsession with their names.

As soon as we stepped through the threshold to the bedroom, I started to whisper words of love into Bane's ear. I used his name repeatedly. He seemed reluctant to put me down once we reached the bed.

Once I was finally laid across their covers I wiggled around on it. I tried to repeat sexy poses I'd seen in magazines on Earth. I remembered having seen my uncle's skin magazines, so I used those as guides.

They watched me with interest as I attempted to reproduce those displays of blatant sexuality. Damien touched my bent knee and I opened it further for him, in invitation. His gaze travelled from between my legs, over my breasts, until it rested on my face.

"Say the words," he demanded with fire in his eyes.

"I love you, Damien," I answered automatically, that's what they'd wanted last time.

He smiled and knelt on the bed between my spread legs. "I know you do," he said with his usual confidence, "but that is not what I need to hear."

Damien's large warm hands rested on the inside of my knees, stroking up toward my center and then back to my ankles.

"This position you put yourself in," he said cocking an eyebrow, "it seems to offer me certain...liberties."

"Yes," I said trying to still look seductive and not utterly confused, "I am yours Damien, take any liberty you want."

His Brothers chuckled with him as Bane captured my attention. He stood with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"Do you desire my brother?" he asked seriously.

Understanding lit my face as I looked back at Damien. "I want you, Damien. Please use me for your pleasure; it would be mine also."

That was what he wanted me to say. Permission granted, he crawled up my body and aimed his length. A low moan escaped my lips as he drove himself home. The sound affected him and I felt the low, rumbling sigh roll through him as we joined.

"Will you kiss me?" I asked running my hands up and down his taut frame.

Damien obliged and our lips met. The kiss soon mimicked the actions lower down. I sucked on his tongue as he plunged it repeatedly into my waiting mouth.

"Do you want this?" he asked pulling his mouth away from mine and grinding against me.

"Yes," I cried coming undone beneath him, "I want you. Oh God, I want you so badly, please don't stop!"

The orgasm was rapid, the first one with them always was. My back arched and I lifted myself against him. Damien refused to be done with me, though.

An arm looped under one knee and it was pulled up, opening me further. There was no escape in this position and I was helpless beneath Damien's strong frame. As he came, he fell over me splitting me impossibly wide around his cock.

As Damien relaxed in post orgasm bliss he released my leg. It glided down the length of his body until I had his hips cradled between my thighs again. He took his weight on his own arms and his head rested beside mine.

"Who next?" he asked me quietly. "Tell me which of my Brothers you want."

So that was the game this time. They wanted permission and acceptance. That I was more than happy to give, but I hated to choose one over the other.

"I love all your Brothers, Damien," I purred, nipping his ear. "I can't pick."

"Pick," Damien commanded, "or we don't let you come again."

Bane had carried me in here, so I said his name.

Damien pulled himself away and cool air of the cabin washed over me. Without Damien's warm heat the thin sheen of sweat over my breasts made them tighten and peak.

"Add fuel to the warmer, Kein," Bane requested as his eyes ravished me.

On impulse I did for Bane what I'd done for Damien and tried to look seductive. Bane cocked his head to the side and took it in.

"I think," he finally said, "I like the way you offered yourself to me in the kitchen."

Without hesitation, I obliged. My feet settled widely apart as I slid off the bed. I bent over the blue covers and pulled myself open for his gaze. The position was lewd and suggestive, but I knew they wanted more. Today they wished permission.

"I want you, Bane," I whispered straining my neck to make eye contact with him. "Oil me and fill me. Please, I'm begging you."

Big hands grasped my hips. His hands pushed up to my rib cage and then back down. Fingers stroked over mine as I continued to hold myself open for him. Eventually he settled with grasping my waist firmly.

The oil was drizzled over the crack of my ass. I felt the cool liquid sliding down toward the wet feeling Damien had left on me. Something was spreading the oil up and down and it was not Bane's hands. He was coating his cock in the oil as he rubbed against me.

A quick thrust forward made me want to pull away, but I didn't. He'd aimed himself well and driven past the tight ring of muscle with one solid push. I moaned and cried out at the intrusion.

Bane didn't stop, but he slowed himself. He passed a hand, in long soothing strokes, over my back.

"Hands on the bed, Ciara," he ordered.

Glad to have some control of my own balance, I eagerly did as he asked. He used my increased steadiness to press himself fully into my body. I heard his groan of pleasure as he buried himself completely.

As usual he had me feeling stuffed, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. Instead the sensation of fullness was erotic and sensual. My hands fisted in the blankets as Bane slowly started to move.

I felt the sway as my breasts rocked with each powerful thrust. Looking up I saw Kein had noticed them, also. He came to sit on the bed, playing lovingly with the swaying mounds.

It was Christof's hands that brought me off, though. He grinned as he rubbed my clit in counter to Bane's thrusts. The tension built in my belly until I exploded and my knees felt weak. It was only Bane's desire to keep me up that kept me from the floor. They congratulated Christof on his skill, even after all this time he still had it.

Bane roared behind me a second later. He sped up and gripped my sweaty hips tightly. He was like a bull behind me huffing and rutting as he came.

I chose Christof next. Kneeling on the bed I watched my friend crawl up beside me. For a moment he looked at me the way the old Christof had. The love in his eyes was so evident I reached for him.

"Make love to me," I requested as I pulling him closer.

His face was questioning as he knelt in front of me. "Explain 'make love' to me," he requested. "This phrase is not from our language. The words we understand, but not the combination."

I smiled at his curiosity and cupped his face. This was probably going to be one of those times, but I'd try to explain.

"Sex between us is about physical pleasure," I said kissing the corner of his mouth. "Making love is about emotional pleasure. It means using sex to show I care about you and you care about me."

Christof accepted the loving kisses across his lips and cheeks. It was evident he was thinking about what I'd said.

"You do not care for us," Kein finally said from the side sounding confused. "We care for you, though."

Chuckling at his misinterpretation of the sentence I ran my fingers along Christof's jaw and down his neck. I touched his chest and stomach lightly, teasing him with the gentle caress.

"I care about you," I answered still looking at Christof. "I worry about your happiness. When you are not with me, I think of you and hope you are well. I cannot care for you, but I care about you."

Leaning forward I nuzzled Christof's neck and nipped at his ears. A low groan sounded in his throat as his hands pulled me closer. Continuing to suck at his neck I smiled to myself. He wasn't fighting the idea anymore. A quick glance around the room proved no one was fighting the idea anymore.

Reaching down I wrapped a hand around Christof's staff. I pumped him slowly enjoying the silky feel of him against my palm. This earned another low sound from my chosen man.

"Lay with me," he said softly pulling me until I curled against his side.

I looked into his eyes and found him beaming at me.

"I like 'making love'," he said simply tracing my cheekbone.

Leaning over his grinning face I kissed him softly. The kiss gained momentum quickly. The tangle of tongues continued as his hand wrapped in my hair, securing me to his mouth. Pressing him into the bedding, I devoured his mouth.

"Get on top of me," he ordered pulling my hips over his.

I looked down at him doubtfully and stilled my movements. Being on the bottom was what the women did to them. It struck me as wrong to do this to him now.

"I want you, Christof," I told him honestly, "but I want this to make you happy. You don't have to lay underneath me."

He smiled and his face was lit with kindness. "I like to see you above me," he said honestly. "I like to know every motion is your choice, as well as, mine."

It was a stunning admission, I thought, but no one else seemed to notice. I straddled him and started to slowly move on his staff. This was my choice, but I made his pleasure a priority and sought to give it to him.

It didn't take long to find what he liked. Christof liked small, fast movement forward and back. His hands found my hips and he held them loosely. He seemed to be trying to stop himself from grabbing and controlling the pace.

"Harder," I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "please, my love, take me harder."

It was the permission he had wanted and he took it. Long fingers wrapped around until his short nails were cutting into my bottom. His hips rose off the bed pressing up as his hands pulled me down. I may have been on top, but now he was certainly fucking me.

From my vantage I had the perfect view of his face. A second row of razor sharp teeth dropped down and I was soon staring into a mouth of fangs. Christof growled and screamed as he found his release in my body.

Once my hips were freed I pulled myself off his staff and lay down beside him. Christof refused to release me and I snuggled against his side. He calmed slowly.

"Thank you," he whispered looking dreamily into my eyes.

Christof was sated, but Evan and Kein weren't. They were ready.

"I want you both," I said reaching a hand out to each of them. "I can't choose," I said honestly watching their hot eyes.

It was Kein who came forward first. He towered over me for a moment before laying down beside me. He liked the way Christof had had his fun. Watching my breasts dance and sway as we fucked would be enjoyable.

"Do you like that?" he asked nervously. "Christof always has said you like that. He thinks you like it, but do you?"

His concern was odd, but I didn't falter.

"The position doesn't matter to me. I just enjoy seeing you happy. If you like to see my breasts bounce before you, then that is how we should be."

He smiled and watched as I sat up and slung a leg over him.

I rode Kein as I'd done with Christof. He lay beneath me enjoying the view this gave him. My thighs started to tire and I felt him tensing beneath me. His fangs were down and I knew he was close.

"Stop," he ground out, holding my hips tightly.

Kein released one hip and he pinched the nipple with their crest. Using it like a lever he pulled my top half down to his mouth. As I panted above him, he laved a breast with his tongue.

"Stretch your legs," he commanded. "Let them relax for a moment."

I did as he asked and ended up sprawled in a very strange position above him, with his cock still inside of me. Kein's appendage stayed hard, but lost that feeling that told me he was close to finishing.

Teeth pressed into the soft skin on the underside of my breast and I froze. Kein didn't break skin and slowly moved toward the nipple, biting softly. Eventually he'd nibbled the entire breast, as well as, its twin.

Once he was satisfied he'd explored the mounds to his satisfaction, he asked me to move again. The cycle continued for many more times. Kein would bring himself to near completion and then calm his lust on my breasts. The relentless stimulation above and below had me cresting and spasming long before he was done.

Evan was last and the sweating mess I was seemed to be what he wanted. He literally cleaned the sweat from my entire body with his tongue. He started with my toes and the sensation was unreal.

Warm lips wrapped around my littlest toe and his tongue bathed it. Each toe on both feet received the same treatment. By the time he reached my great toe on my second foot I was fighting not to kick out at the strange tickling sensation.

"Stay still and let me enjoy the taste of you," he ordered licking like an adoring puppy at my knee.

Each leg was thoroughly enjoyed and tasted. Every inch of my body was worshipped by Evan's searching tongue.

He lapped lovingly at the juncture of my thighs. I flushed pink in embarrassment knowing he tasted his brothers down there also. The men didn't seem to mind, though. They just watched as he used his skilled tongue to bring me a bone-shattering orgasm.