A Concubine's Tale Ch. 02

Before being sent to the school, Miranda knew nothing of the world beyond her family farm in the little farming village of Prosser. Born after the end of the Last War, her father would tell her nostalgically stories of the world before, a fast-paced world of computers, airplanes, robots and all sorts of crazy things that were at that point but a distant memory. Her family's life consisted of tending the farm during the week, walking to town on Sundays to trade, and every so often defending the farm from bandit attacks, which would happen a few times every year. Leaving town was never an option for them -- there was nowhere else they knew that could provide them the relative safety and stability of Prosser. About thirty families lived in the village, and together they were just enough to provide for the basic needs -- food from the farms and ranches, wood from the nearby forest, clothing from the shepherds' wool, and a stockpile of guns and bullets for defense. Life was primitive for sure, and winters could be brutal, but they all made do, and were among the luckier survivors of the war, if not quite the luckiest.

Things started to change around the village about the time Miranda reached her teenage years. First, the bandit attacks stopped without explanation. Then visitors started arriving into the village, and not the usual traders from the east. These visitors came in cars, which came as a shock to the villagers as their cars have not been operational for many years due to the complete destruction of the energy system after the war. When questioned, they claimed to have come from Seattle, a city well known to have been destroyed after the war. The visitors only came twice, claiming to be surveying the area, but they piqued the villagers' interest, and soon families began to leave Prosser for the west, expecting to find a much better life.

The Rose family resisted this development, at least at first. Miranda's father was very cynical about the visitors and their tales of wonder from the west, and the family remained in Prosser two years after the visitors' arrival. But during that time other families started leaving Prosser, never to return, and resources were becoming more and more scarce, especially when the ranch was abandoned and the meat supply vanished. Soon, four families remained, and the following winter was the harshest in years, with the food supply dwindling by the spring. Soon enough, the Rose family had no choice but to pack their bags and head westwards. When they arrived, they were immediately sent to a processing center, and that would be the last time Miranda had seen her family. She was given one last farewell, to her mother, father and older brother Nathan, before being sent to the city's girl's academy. Six months in, the Lady Trisha visited the academy for 'recruitment' purposes, and soon enough Miranda was sent south, to be trained for the Master himself.

***

Miranda continued to sit on the chair in her new room alone, looking at the mirror every few moments, heart beat racing as she nervously awaited her summons. Her room was as luxurious as she's ever seen -- spacious, bright, with all new furniture including a queen sized bed, table, love seat and a massive dresser filled with various new clothes, all of which fit her perfectly, with an in-suite bathroom, makeup station and new jewelry to boot. Having come from such humble beginnings, Miranda could not help but marvel at the luxury she was surrounded by. But she knew that this life came at a cost, and Miranda was worried that she was nowhere near ready to deliver.

The door to her room then finally knocked. Miranda opened the door and was surprised to see Rey, one of the blonde girls who accompanied her during inspection earlier in the day. Rey gave a smile and bowed her head respectfully with a tray of food, all of which covered in silver domes.

"Lady Miranda" said Rey, respectfully but shakily, clearly nervous. "I have been assigned to serve you."

Miranda didn't know how to respond, and hesitated for a long moment "Thank you" she said uncertainly.

"It is my pleasure" Rey responded, maintaining eye contact with Miranda. "The Master wishes you to come to his quarters after you've finished your meal and wash up.

Miranda nodded. Rey then walked over to the table and set the food down, then walked over against the wall and stood silently. Miranda gave a confused look for a moment before realizing what was going on, as Rey spoke "I'm here for whatever you may need." Miranda nodded silently again as she began looking down at her tray of food. Something caught her attention on the corner of the tray -- a small cup, filled with a red viscous liquid, without any discernable scent. Miranda looked up to Rey, but before she could ask Rey immediately responded.

"That is medicine, my lady. The Master has all of his women drink it, my lady."

Miranda nodded back and drank it, before eating her dinner in silence.

***

Rey led Miranda over to the Master's quarters, and Miranda couldn't help but wonder how Rey knew the massively large house so well already, given that she just started today. But Miranda was also too anxious to ask, and she struggled to control her breathing as she knocked on the door.

The door opened. It was the Master, but this time wearing a white tanktop and gym shorts as opposed to his earlier suit. Miranda almost squeaked as he stood directly in front of her, and as her eyes tilted up to look at him she couldn't help but notice his strong physique -- his pecs bulging out from his top, his thick beefy arms completely ridged with muscle, his wide broad shoulders. Miranda also just noticed how tall he really was, and her head barely went up to his shoulders. She immediately felt vulnerable with her short, skinny petite figure, and felt a shiver run through her body.

The Master gave a smile "Welcome, Miranda. Come on inside" making way for her to come in. Miranda entered, as the Master closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room alone.

Miranda took a look around the Master's room. While it was somewhat different, the makeup station being absent with a large sofa in its stead and a lot of screens around the place, Miranda was surprised to see that his room wasn't much more luxurious than hers. The bed took up a large portion of the room, being at least twice the size of hers, as she saw the Master walk to the side of the bed, undressing himself. Miranda followed slowly, still feeling terrified of the man, looking up as he stripped down to his boxers, his rippling bulging abs catching her attention unwittingly as her mouth goes dry. She noticed the Master leering down at her as well, and she tilted her head up to make eye contact respectfully.

"You learned how to give massages, Miranda?" he said in a calm voice.

Miranda nodded "Yes, master," having been trained in massages by the mistresses at the school.

The Master nodded back and proceeded to get onto the bed, his body lying over the sheets with his head resting on a pillow, face turned sideways. "There's oil in the top drawer." Miranda nodded and found the bottle of massage oil, pouring some on her hands and rubbing them together, warming her hands up as taught. She paused, scared to make any wrong step, but then forced herself to climb up onto the bed, and rested her hand on his shoulder blades, body feeling as firm as she had expected against her small, soft hands. She began to rub her hands against the skin slowly, her palms slowly rolling against his body as she tried to recall her school lessons from her memory, trying to follow every step exactly.

"I take it you have settled down well, Miranda?"

Miranda suddenly stopped the massage, then realized her mistake and quickly resumed. "Yes, master. I was given a room and a servant, and it...it's far more than I could have imagined, master."

The Master simply nodded against the pillow. "I'm happy to hear that. Remember that you are a Lady, now. One of many yes, but you are entitled to the proper respect of that title from those here beneath you. Don't let any of them suggest otherwise."

Miranda nodded again. "How many ladies do you have, master?" she suddenly blurted out. "Sorry, Master, I... I know I shouldn't be asking questions," she said, hoping that she won't be punished for it.

The Master gives a chuckle "The old hags at the school continue to go overboard" shaking his head "I should send Trisha over again to give them some necessary discipline themselves. It is okay, you feel free to ask me whatever you want. As for your question, I currently have seventy-two concubines, all of whom hold the title Lady. I expect to add another five or so to the ranks this coming month, with two shipments of girls arriving for inspection. Additionally I have 126 serving girls who live in the house, but who carry no title and are nothing more than the common slave."

Miranda unexpectedly feels a pang of disappointment and jealousy run through her. "Number 72?" she asked herself. She instantly felt less special and more like a lone girl in a crowd. "That's...that's very interesting" she responded pathetically as she continued the massage, moving down from his shoulders along his back.

The Master does not respond and lied silently for a few moments, before asking her another question. "Tell me Miranda, what do you know of me? From everything you have heard from the outside, from the mistresses, the other students, tell me who you think I am."

Miranda paused again for a brief moment trying to figure out her response, unsure of the question thinking it may be a trap. "You... you are my master, sir. I belong to you as your concubine and-"

"No" the master immediately interrupted. "That all may be true, but is not what I asked of you. Let me ask you again, what do you know about me, the man named Aidan Conrad?"

Miranda's arms shook as she struggled to continue the massage, mind racing to properly articulate her second answer. "You discovered a new source of energy, sir, and used it to rebuild the world from its destruction. You are rebuilding this land to what it used to be, leading it back to the glory days before the war, under your benevolent rule." She had little idea about the accuracy of the answer, being comprised mostly of things taught by the mistresses, but hoped that the answer would satisfy him.

The Master laughed and shook his head again at the answer. "Rebuild the world? No, nothing of the sort. I am remaking the world. Remaking it to my image, using my control of its energy to keep it under my control, until it shapes completely to my will." He paused again, and Miranda could feel the energy surging beneath his skin. "Of course, the rebuilding narrative is necessary for the masses beneath us, to let their nostalgia for the past drive them to serve the new world." He then gives another laugh. "My benevolent rule? Benevolent for some for sure, such as myself and your brother and those like us."

Miranda suddenly coughed loudly at the mention of her brother, turning wide-eyed as she responds immediately in surprise "My...my brother?! Where...where is he...how is he doing...what...?"

The Master quickly interjected "Your brother is doing very well. He's performed near the top on all our metrics, and will be leading the development of a new settlement out east once he's finished his education. I will have him visit you here shortly enough, you can ask him all the questions you want at that point."

Miranda stayed silent for a long moment and completely stops the massage, taking deep breaths as she became overwhelmed with a mix of strong emotion, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Thank you... thank you master" she replied most gratefully, having not seen him for four years now. She continued the massage again, when another thought quickly rushed into her head. "And my parents, sir? Any news of them?"

The Master suddenly turned around, knocking Miranda off of his back as he grabs her arm and pulls her towards him, laying her over his chest as he looked into her eyes directly "Your parents are doing well, far better than where they came from in the farm. But they are nobodies in this world, just slaves serving their masters making our new world, just like the rest of the masses. If they continue to serve us well then they will be rewarded with a comfortable living far beyond what they would have had after the war without us." Miranda suddenly felt his hands grab onto her ass, squeezed tightly in his fist as he presses her against his body. "I will let you write to them and let you encourage them to do just that. And afterwards you shall no longer give your thoughts to them. They are beneath you now. Just like Rey and all of the other slaves who now are in service to you."

Miranda winced from her ass being grabbed for the first time, and lays fearfully against the Master's hard chest as he talks. She felt tears begin to come to her eyes from his mention of her parents, but managed to contain herself, knowing that she had no choice in the matter -- she will probably never see her parents again. She also trembled as he spoke, now hearing the cruelty in his voice, his power-hungry lust, and she became even more fearful, barely able to speak as she just looked back blankly.

The Master then turned to his side and pushed her off his chest onto the bed, his hands on her shoulders pressing her small figure down. "You will realize the truth of my words soon enough Miranda, and will come to accept them." He then reached his hands down to her back and grabbed her top, a tight-fitting blouse suggested by Trisha for the meeting, and yanked it roughly off her head. "But you are still a slave to one man in this world, and tonight you shall serve him" unhooking her bra now, throwing it to the side, then yanking the skirt and panties off, tossing the socks aside her body now completely naked to him.

Miranda cried out in shock as he becomes completely naked, looking up fearfully to the large beast above her pleading with her eyes to go easy on her, unable to do anything else knowing that she has no choice but to follow the Master's whim. She squealed as the Master's hand reaches down to her breast, squeezing it tightly twisting it slightly against her chest, wincing in pain continually until he released her. She looked up at him again, seeing nothing but a hard fierce look in his eyes, unsympathetic as he looked back at her, shaking now with fear struggling not to crawl back away from him. He grabbed onto her other breast as she squirmed against his hand, then screamed as his palm slaps down on her breast, the crack of the slap echoing across the room. She heard him growl down at her "You were always a good girl, weren't you? The mistresses never had to beat you much and hurt you, that's why you're so soft." He then laughed and slapped her breast again as she forced her mouth closed to contain the scream, unsuccessfully as he slapped her breast the third time, feeling the tears well up in her eyes as she looked up at him blurrily.

Miranda then felt fingers slide up her thigh, her skin shivering at the touch of his fingers as they slide up to her labia, fingers pushing in slightly inside, rubbing against it gently, rolling around against the fold. She felt his fingers press against her clitoris and her body shakes in both feel and a sudden rush of unwanted excitement, having never felt herself there sexually before, as such activity was banned at the academy under strict surveillance. Miranda then felt his fingers lift back up to her face, his hand cupping against her head as his thumb reached her eyes, wiping the tears off of them. She looked back at him and said in the meekest voice "Th...thank you, sir."

The Master let out a scoff as he reaches for his boxers and pushes them down, kicking them off his legs, himself now completely naked as he straddled his knees around Miranda's torso, his cock revealed directly to her eyes. Miranda stared wide-eyed at his fully erect cock, ridged with veins across the shaft curving upwards towards her face. She had never seen a penis before beyond the diagrams they showed at the school, but she did not expect one nearly so big, and Miranda felt her anxiety grow even further. The Master then grabbed her hand and placed it on his shaft, wrapping her fingers around it letting her palm roll around its girth. He then guided her wrist up and down against the length, and Miranda shivered at its absolute rigidity through its full length. When the Master released her wrist Miranda knew to continue stroking on the shaft, finally mustering the courage to look up at him hoping to be pleasing him.

The Master looked back at her emotionlessly as she stroked him, his hand reaching down to the back of her head cupping his palm underneath her long red hair, tilting her head down making her eyes directed at his shaft. Miranda took deep breaths as she knew what was about to come, beginning to hope that she had done enough for him to take sympathy and go gently, but was unable to pierce through his stare. Soon enough, she felt her lips press against the hard head of his cock as she heard his voice "Open up, Miranda."

Miranda instantly obliged and opened her mouth, and the Master pushed the tip into her lips. Miranda realized she needed to open further for his cock to enter between her teeth, and felt her jaw strain as she opened it as wide as she could, his cock pushing into her mouth, her teeth rubbing along the foreskin. Miranda then felt the Master's fingers grab onto her lips and wrap them around her teeth, as his other hand began pushing her down deeper and deeper in her mouth.

"Suck, girl." Miranda obliged and sucks the cock in her mouth as he pushed her head down, soon feeling her mouth completely filled with his big wide shaft, struggling to contain it as she started having trouble breathing, forcing air through her nose continually as her head gets pushed up and down along the shaft again and again by his hand, pumping her again and again as she sucks as instructed. "Okay, I can do this" she thought, keeping her breathing regular through her throat letting her jaw relax a little, her teeth once again exposed and against his foreskin, which did not seem to bother the Master. All of that changed when he pushed her down again even harder than before, and Miranda felt her cock push against the back of her throat. She immediately gagged, but the Master continued to push his cock down against her, the back of her throat pressed on the head of his cock, and Miranda felt her body retch against his shaft, but no vomit came out. Miranda heard the Master laugh "It's good you took your medicine girl", instead a viscous mucus saliva mix coughs out instead, covering his shaft completely.

She coughed again and again, and felt her breaths stop as her throat is filled, and she begins shaking violently, choking and feeling suffocated. The Master smirked down at her and lifts her head up a little, letting her breathe again through her nose, which she does immediately. He laughed again and gives her face a slap, tears now welling up in her eyes. "Later you will learn to relax," as she felt his cock ram right back into her throat again. She lifted her hands up to his thighs, trying to push off of him; he responds by giving her face another hard slap, and she immediately released. He continued to push her head down on his shaft again and again, shifting to his knees laying her on her side letting the cock slide down even further down the throat, lifting up every occasion giving her a chance to breathe, then ramming right back down. Miranda savored every moment she is given air again as she continually gags and chokes with every thrust of his cock, screaming against his shaft her throat vibrating against it, her throat burning with every thrust, her entire face feeling stuffed and turning red from his slaps.