A Slave to the Servants Ch. 05

His family was his brothers and they got along perfectly. I told him how my family kicked me out of my bed and sometimes ate all the food. I explained the unkind remarks and the many beatings they had given me. The idea of having a family that hurt you or couldn't be trusted baffled Christof.

I talked a lot about my mother and her struggles with alcohol. He didn't really understand that either, but he listened. Even with all her failings she was still my mother. The more I talked about mom, the more I missed her.

Christof didn't understand missing a mother, the mothers here dropped the sons off after they were very small. The men that raised them were called Child Keepers. He did say he knew what it was like to miss someone. He often spent so long consoling me we were late back to the compound.

We agreed about other things and that was kind of cool. When it was just us he was sympathetic to my argument that I wasn't an it. If my sex didn't matter they would have bought a male earthling.

"I have female parts," I said stubbornly making him laugh. "Your inability to put a child in me doesn't mean I'm not female."

He said he didn't care if I said that around him, but it would make his brothers upset. I grumbled a little, but agreed with him. It would have to be our little secret.

I adored Christof and I did everything I could to show him that. As much as I could I talked to him about romance. He allowed me to hug and kiss him. Soon, he started to hug and kiss me without any prompting. It made me feel nice and normal for a change.

However, the more I got to know Christof the more he worried me. I could tell something was eating at him. Finally I decided to ask him about it, I just had to take the chance. Gathering my courage, I took a good guess about what might be bothering him.

"You might get mad at me, but I just wanted to know. Did the women take you?"

He sighed and took a piece of food from the bowl for himself. "Yes, I was sent by the Administrators to patrol a section along the mountains. My brothers and I were ordered to split up to cover a larger territory. The big one picked me up and flew off with me. She took me and kept me for a long time," he answered. "She and her sisters needed female children and I seem to make those most of the time."

I shuddered, "It must have been horrible. Were you able to talk to your brothers about it?"

He laughed and started to hit a bamboo like tree that was sitting next to us, "My brothers know nothing of my capture and, for the record, I was only treated poorly the first several days. During that time I was kept in a cell by myself, but she moved me to a place with other men after a very short while. She had decided to keep me in the mountains long term."

"How did you get away?" I gasped.

"I thought I could escape from them. Finally, the woman in charge told me they owned me; I would never escape. The only men my brothers and I found were men they released because they no longer needed them. I still tried to get away, that's when she beat me. I was miserable." His face fell as he talked.

"She wanted me to live and be happy. My owner, Nu-reeh, said they had decided to take my brothers to be with me, the Administrators would send them on a job like I had been sent. I stopped being able to get erections; the thought of my brothers living that way upset me and I told them that," he sighed.

"I told them if they sent me back, I would do what they wanted. I would keep to an increased coupling schedule, give them as many girls as they needed. They just couldn't do that to my brothers."

"The women told me if I did as they asked they would leave us alone. They told me to explain the new rules to my brothers. If I started trouble, the women said they would destroy me."

I sat in stunned silence

"Your brothers will protect you, Christof," I said pulling him to face me.

"They can't protect me. No one here can protect anyone. We are owned by the women. We live at their discretion. I am as much a slave as you are. When they find I will no longer perform for them I will be deemed useless. They will destroy me," he said starting to walk back the way we'd come.

"Well, you're not useless, you can have sex with them. You have sex with me all the time," I said trailing after him trying to process.

"You don't understand, Ciara. I was raised to believe I was free, but they let me see the inner workings of our world at least a little of it. I listened to the other males they keep in the mountains. They control everything."

"The women mine and sell the ore that make us a rich planet. They mark us when we are born, put us with others they sense we will get on well with. As we grow, they watch us to make sure we do the job they set out for us. The Administrators and the General talk to them and hand their edicts down to us," he continued at a brisk pace back talking angrily. "I cannot preform for them, I cannot live like this. Let them destroy me."

"Wait a God damned minute," I said stopping.

Christof turned to look at me quizzically. "You are speaking the wrong language, Ciara," he said.

"I'm cursing you," I shouted angrily in his language, "I'm sorry it's not good enough for you, but sometimes that's how it is. You can't just lay down and die because you don't like it. How would you feel if I said that to you? I am a slave, I was raised free, and I'm doing just fine. You can't leave me. I care for you. Your brothers care for you," tears were streaming down my face by now. I knew a coupling was coming up for them. "You have to talk to your brothers," I cried to him. "You have to do what you are supposed to. Please, don't leave me."

We were almost back to the compound and I could hear the other Warriors. The voices were coming toward us. I dropped my head as they came through the brush.

"Christof," I heard one say, "we heard shouting. Is everything as it should be?" the man asked.

"Yes, all is well. Come Ciara, your mid day meal is over. You must go back," he said addressing me.

He went to take my arm and I moved away from him and stalked toward the compound. A masculine chest I didn't recognize was in my face a moment later.

"All does not look well, Christof," the voice in front of me said.

"It is an earth slave, Basin. These things happen," Christof said taking my arm and leading me away.

The rest of the afternoon stunk. I swam out my private hole and spent hours in the deep water outside the inlet. I barely was back in time for the evening bell. The other girls asked what was wrong because I was acting so off. I told them I missed my family. Which come to think of it I really did, that made me more upset.

My owners took me to the bathhouse and I was unusually quiet and subdued. I couldn't believe Christof had decided just to give up. Life without him would be unbearable. He was the only person in my life that I felt loved me and I wasn't enough for him.

Master Damien noticed my mood and asked me about it at dinner. I also told him I missed my family. He forbade me to think of them. He said if they had cared for me in the right way I would not have been enslaved. That made me feel worse.

I knew he was right, my family hadn't cared for me. At home I had been a burden and in the way. They were only too glad when I left and lived at that dingy motel. I bawled at the table and couldn't stop. Nobody had every loved me.

"I have had enough of this," Master Damien finally said scooping me up. "You will preform your purpose now."

He carried me toward the bedroom. I really wasn't in the mood for that and struggled hard. They seemed to find my efforts amusing, that infuriated me.

I screamed and cursed at them in English, I didn't know bad enough words in their language. Flailing my arms and legs I struck out at them, but they were faster than me and just grabbed the writhing limbs.

They lay me on the bed and opened my legs wide. I screamed that I would pee on them if they got near my sex. Master Evan laughed at me.

"I have tasted your fluids before. They are not objectionable to me," he said settling between widely spread thighs. "Although if you leave water on the bed, we will make you stay in it until morning, even then we may not see fit to clean it off."

My eyes got wide when he said that and I allowed them to spread and restrain me. I didn't want to sleep in a puddle of urine.

"Should we use the bindings?" Master Bane asked holding both hands above my head. "I find this better," he continued using his other hand to torment a nipple.

"No bindings tonight then," Master Damien said holding right leg as Master Kein held the left.

Master Bane forced my face toward his and I closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes, Ciara," Master Damien said calmly. "We wish to watch you respond."

I wouldn't answer him. I would not open my eyes. Let them do what they wished.

Tonight, I would not be participating. For all I cared they could put me out at the posts.

It would just prove to me what I really meant to them.

A hand pinching my nose and covering my mouth surprised me so badly I opened my eyes to see what they were doing. Master Bane grinned cheekily down at me, removing his hand.

"They are open now, brothers," he said as Master Evan started licking my dry center.

His tongue felt so good, his lips were warm and soft caressing each inner fold. The hands holding my legs weren't still either. Master Kein and Master Damien were rubbing my calves and the bottoms of my feet in slow, steady circles. Master Bane's free hand weighed each breast as his fingers played over the tips. Despite my best efforts I started to relax. My body was responding like they knew it would.

"Stop," I cried to them looking around, "please, you don't care about me. Please stop this. Get the oil if you want. Just use me and have sex with me."

I struggled against their hands again and it was of absolutely no use.

"When have we not cared for you?" Master Damien sighed as his hand ran down the back of my leg to caress my buttocks.

Master Kein followed Master Damien's lead and soon they had pulled me open to further allow access to Master Evan's searching tongue. Master Evan licked and nibbled at the sensitive skin between my anus and my vagina for several minutes. It tickled a little, but overall felt very good. I wanted him higher or lower and tried to move my hips to get him to choose a direction.

Lost in the sensation I shut my eyes again. Master Bane chuckled as he commanded me to open them.

"The centers indicate it is ready now, brothers," he said looking deeply into my eyes.

"What centers, Master Bane? What are you talking about?" I moaned.

Master Evan had chosen to go lower. I knew now he wouldn't get sick tasting my ass, but it still made me feel sexy and dirty all at once.

"We know your responses, Ciara. Your body has many ways of telling us when it is ready for us," Master Kein answered as Master Evan climbed up my body.

"How is it you believe we do not care for you?" Master Evan asked slowly grinding his hips against mine. "We feed you and bathe you. Every day we make sure you get enough activity at the Keepers. Each night we bring you pleasure while we use you for your purpose," he said as he eased the head of his cock into my opening.

The fullness entered me a little at a time. I groaned and bit my lip in an effort not to feel the pleasure of it. He leaned down and licked at my ear and I arched into him.

He pulled back and pressed forward, grinding his pelvis against mine. An involuntary moan stole past my lips. He was so big and so long, it was always almost too much.

I couldn't argue with him. The steady motion of him sliding in and out of me was too much to ignore. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, but was otherwise held immobile on the bed.

"Tell me, Ciara," he commanded, "explain to me how you are not cared for."

"It's not about the things you do," I struggled to explain with panting breath. "It's how you feel, Master Evan. You feel nothing."

Master Evan slid a hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my head back slightly. He placed his lips over my fluttering pulse for a moment. "Right now I feel your racing heartbeat due to your excitement. I feel your slick walls gripping me."

"I feel the flush of arousal on your skin," Master Bane said reaching between Master Evan and I to fondle a nipple. "I feel the blood rushing to the tips of your breasts."

Master Damien and Master Kein agreed that they felt the same things. I obviously had no idea what I was talking about. I felt fine, better than fine, in fact.

I wanted to argue with them. They had it all wrong, but Master Evan was making it difficult. He bucked against me, plunging down with enough force I felt pinned to the bed.

Master Evan's teeth started to grow and I watched with fascination. His hips continued to grind into mine for several more minutes before he found his release.

Master Evan switched with Master Damien and they allowed me to wrap my legs around his waist. Master Damien explained he felt the smooth muscles underneath my skin. The ones I got by swimming in the ocean each afternoon.

"While we go to protect the village every day we leave you in safe place. We care for you even when we are not with you. The Keepers provide you with companions, entertainment, and exercise. You feel healthy," he explained.

That wasn't the point of what I had said. However, I had been so close to orgasm when Master Evan was above me. Master Damien had a way of moving that brought me back to the peak and left me teetering on it. He pushed his hips in a tiny circle each time he bottomed out inside of me.

The climax tore through me and I tried futilely to free my arms. My Masters just stroked my sensitive skin and praised me for taking the pleasure they offered. They didn't let me loose, however.

I wanted to hold Master Damien still with my legs, but they were separated and held by Master Evan and Master Kein. I couldn't stop the quaking tremors that rocked through me each time Master Damien ground down on me after that.

He didn't stop moving until he swelled and exploded inside of me. I sensed each little burst coating my inner walls. I was so sensitive, so stimulated. Master Damien removed himself and leaned down to nibble on my breasts.

"You have never felt this good," he said bringing his face beside my ear, "this cared for. That is why you do not understand it and it upsets you."

I couldn't disagree with him, because I didn't remember the argument anymore.

Master Kein slipped between my legs and felt the oil being pushed and rubbed into my tight dark hole. The plug had been removed before the bathhouse, as it always was. I stretched around Master Kein's fingers, bucking my hips against his hand. I craved these sensations now.

I knew the stretch and the cramp, they were always followed with the deep pleasure. Master Kein knew I liked it. He pushed the head of his long tool into the tight opening and then withdrew completely. He repeated several times. Shifting my hips up I sought to stop him from pulling away from me. I begged him with my eyes, not willing to say it out loud.

"We have taught you to feel pleasure here, where you only expected pain," he said pushing his entire length into me. "This feeling was our gift to you, to enjoy each time we ask it of you."

I moaned and let my head roll back. My eyes were shut as he slid in and out of me. It was a sinful indulgence. One I had been told multiple times on Earth was wrong and dirty. The knowledge that it was forbidden made it sweeter and more potent.

"Open your eyes, Ciara," Master Bane commanded. "We wish to watch you respond."

I opened my eyes and focused on the man above me. Master Kein's beautiful face contorted with his pleasure and I was glad it was me that caused it.

My mind felt dulled and clouded. When Master Bane took Master Kein's place, I left my arms where he had put them. There was no energy left to resist them.

Master Bane used his fingers to spread fresh oil around my well used backdoor. He slipped into me easily. He stretched and filled me to bursting. As he towered above me, I crashed into my second climax around his shaft.

Once he had finished with me, Master Damien picked me up.

"How do you feel, Ciara?" Master Damien asked me as he carried me to the bathroom.

I was a little hazy on how the conversation had turned out this way, but I knew the answer he wanted. I felt sure I wouldn't be up for another round of convincing.

"I feel cared for, Master Damien," I told him.

Once I was clean and dry I took my place on the bed between Master Evan and Master Damien. I was tired, but still worried. The men had no such concerns and fell fast asleep. I lay still and waited for the middle of the night when Christof usually woke to walk me to the bathroom.

Looking in Christof's direction for the hundredth time, he was finally looking back at me. I got off the bed and he followed me. In the bathroom I pulled him down to my level and begged him.

"Please, go to the coupling," I whispered in his ear, "just try for me. They don't understand me like you do. I couldn't survive without you, please."

He sighed and his hair fell in his eyes. I pushed it back and looked at him beseechingly.

"I will try, Ciara," he said stroking my shoulders.

The next twenty days were hell for me. The coupling was getting closer and closer. I was worried Christof wouldn't go, worried he wouldn't be able to preform, and worried the women would take him again.

As often as he came to the Keepers I talked to him about it. He always said not to worry, he would go. I didn't believe him. The look in his eyes was one of defeat. Christof just wasn't going to argue about it, but he had chosen to die.

Overall, I wasn't sleeping and could barely eat. Now when they fed me too much I vomited on the spot; I just couldn't hold anything down. To make matters worse, I was jumpy. Master Evan thought that was funny initially, but tired of the game quickly.

The only benefit I noticed was my hips were slimming down. My tummy was flatter also. I didn't have a mirror to look in, but I could feel it. My panels hung a little lower, too.

I'd never been so stressed it made me lose weight before. Usually I had the opposite problem. Unfortunately, another problem arose also. The last problem made my owners pay attention to everything.

Master Evan pulled me onto the bed and went down between my thighs one evening. He loved to taste me and I really enjoyed it also. Master Damien was caressing my neck and Master Kein was nibbling at my breasts. After several minutes Master Evan stopped and propped himself up over my belly. I ran a hand lovingly through his long hair.

"What's wrong?" Master Damien asked him looking up.

"I don't know, brother, but it is not responding as it usually does. The taste is different and there is no lubrication," he said continuing to watch my face.

"No matter, Master Evan," I tried reasoning with him, "use the oil."

"I have seen illness in the eyes brothers. Look at them, they rest farther back," Master Bane said from across the bed.

"No, no, no," I argued trying to pull Master Kein back to my breast and pushing on Master Evan's head, "everything is fine. I just need more time. Use the oil if I'm taking too long Masters."

"It is losing mass," Master Kein noted touching my hips. "The vomiting is not normal and it is not passing. I have talked to Basin and his brothers, they also keep an Earth slave. This one is ill."

"Call the healer," Master Damien said sitting up.

I couldn't beg them out of it and my solution of using the oil was ignored like it didn't exist. They wouldn't listen when I told them women on earth sometimes needed a little help. I begged them to use the oil.