A Slave to the Servants Ch. 10

I felt a hand winding into my hair pulling me away from Master Evan. I turned my face and Master Damien's tongue swept into my mouth. His chest hair tickled my upper back, but I still felt the leather of his pants pushing against the skin of my lower back. By the feel of it, he was desperately trying to remove his clothing with one hand without losing contact with my mouth.

Turning toward Master Damien I placed my hands over his as he unlaced his clothing.

"Let me, Master," I whispered licking down his chest to get to my knees.

They had not lost their speed and a kneeling pad was beneath me before I hit the ground.

I removed Master Damien's boots and then his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. Before I could taste it, Master Kein was in front of me. As per normal, they each wanted the same treatment and I had no problem undressing all of them.

When I was done, Master Christof picked me up and carried me toward the bedroom. He attacked my mouth with such force I was surprised we made it through the door at all. Master Christof was a wonderful kisser and I pulled him as close as I could. I looked up and was surprised at the bed.

The bed was covered in their colors now. Several spreads covered the large circular space and they each held my Master's insignia. When I had come in before it had not looked like this.

"How did you...?" I started to ask and Master Christof cut me off with another hard kiss.

He lay me down across the covers and they stared for a moment. The way they were looking told me to be still and let them enjoy.

"You are ours," Master Bane said crawling onto the bed.

He took a foot and started to lick and suck at the toes. Master Evan copied him on the other side. Master Kein and Master Damien each took a hand as Master Christof attacked my center. It was too much attention after much too long without.

When Master Kein reached my breasts and pulled the turgid nipples into his mouth, I screamed in orgasm. My back arched off the bed and every muscle tensed. They didn't even pause, Master Christof just aimed himself and thrust in.

Flipping me so I straddled him, I fought to control myself. Master Christof wouldn't stop moving and grabbed my hips forcing my spasming cunt up and down on his shaft. In an attempt to control his frenzied pace I leaned down to kiss him.

My tongue ran over the smooth seam of his lips and he opened for me. His vicious fangs were down inside his mouth and I explored them thoroughly. It seemed to work.

The hands on my hips had slowed to a reasonable pace. His movements no longer reminded me of a frantic mad man. I moved my lips along his jaw and sucked lightly on his neck.

As I kissed Master Christof and enjoyed his more leisurely pace I felt hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. Moaning softly the man behind me removed the plug. I prayed this man would be less agitated than Master Christof had been when he started.

Oil was dripped and stroked into me. Fingers speared me preparing the way for something much larger. They were so quick in their preparation, I had very little time to wonder who wanted me like this.

Master Bane's furry chest was on my back a moment later. He slid his thick cock home in a single thrust. My ass was stretched from the plug, but it had been a long time since I was used this way. The stretch burned, especially so thanks to Master Bane's now rapid movements. I needed to calm him.

Master Christof was moving at one pace and Master Bane at another. I couldn't accommodate both of them easily. It felt like they were going to tear me apart.

Leaning on one hand I reached for Master Bane with the other. I pulled his face along side mine and turned my head to kiss his lips. Murmuring softly how much I loved him, I continued to brush my lips along his face and beard. Finally he relaxed.

I felt the change when Master Bane and Master Christof started to work together. Their languid thrusts were alternating and easier to take. Leaning into Master Christof I lapped at his chest and enjoyed his taste.

Master Christof's hands continued to grip my thighs, but the hold was no longer tight. The light guidance was reassuring not controlling. Whatever had them so aggressive was slipping away as they ground against me.

The pressure was building low in my stomach again. Master Kein was beside us flicking the rings on my nipples slowly driving me to pleasurable distraction. Master Damien and Master Evan sat watching, their eyes burning hotly into mine whenever I looked their way.

Master Bane came first, crushing me to Master Christof as he exploded in my ass. Master Christof wasn't far behind him, sucking so hard on my neck I was sure he'd left a hickey. They unwound from me and rolled off as Master Kein approached.

Master Kein just wanted a few unspoiled moments with my breasts. His Brothers didn't interrupt as he rubbed, licked, and toyed with the plentiful mounds.

"Would you like to fuck them, Master Kein?" I offered.

The blazing look in his eyes told me yes, he most certainly would, but Master Evan voiced their confusion. "How would he do that?"

I arranged myself on the bed so my head was propped up and forward. When I asked, Master Evan gave me the oil and I coated my breasts and the valley between with it. Master Kein couldn't stop watching. Using my hands I pushed my tits together and looked up at him.

He figured it out very quickly. Straddling my chest, Master Kein aimed his long length and started to viciously fuck my breasts. Most of his strokes landed his tip between my lips, but with his frantic movements it was difficult to catch him every time.

"It must be deposited in a living body, Kein," Master Damien insisted sitting beside us and watching.

"If any doesn't go in my mouth, Master Damien, I will lick it up for you," I offered.

Master Kein groaned at the comment, but kept his eyes on his staff moving between my pierced tits. His strong hands pushed mine away and he held my breasts himself. The look in his eyes was feral.

"Pull the rings, Ciara," he ordered looking down at me.

I did as ordered and his teeth grew watching me. I twisted the rings until I was moaning. The sharp pain in my breasts went straight to my cunt and it felt like I was leaking liquid fire.

Suddenly Master Kein was off of me, flipping me on the bed and driving his shaft without mercy into my tender ass. He didn't even give me a moment to get used to him before he used my breasts as levers to pull me tight up against his cock.

It was a brutal fucking from a man who was notoriously gentle. Moaning half in pain and half in pleasure, I collapsed under him and he followed me down. His hands didn't leave my breasts as he ground his hips into my pliant flesh.

"Say my name," he ordered driving his full length in and out with each plunge.

"Master Kein," I started to chant over and over again.

"NO," he roared above me, "only my name."

The hands on my breasts tightened painfully.

"Kein," I cried.

That was what he wanted. I said his name repeatedly and his violent thrusts slowed. The hands released their death grip. Instead, warm lips were placing kisses along the edge of my back, but I kept chanting his name.

"Keep saying my name," he said dropping kisses along my exposed neck and cheek.

He was so gentle and tender, in sharp contrast to several moments ago, the relief was overwhelming.

"I love you, Kein," slipped out and he nuzzled my neck affectionately.

"Say it again," he requested softly and I did.

He continued with slow controlled thrusting until he released. When he was done, I just lay panting on the bed beneath him. He withdrew and stretched out beside me.

"Say my name," he ordered watching my face.

"Kein," I answered breathless.

His hand stroked down my back. It was a soft caress. This was what I expected from him, not the force. Some idea had him terribly frustrated or upset. His voice broke into my musings and the question stunned me.

"Do you love me?"

"I love you, Kein," I answered and he grinned.

"Do not address us as Master while we are in the sleeping room," he said bounding off the bed.

I lay there stunned as he called to his Brothers he was getting me water. This was a strange and unexpected turn of events. I couldn't figure it out. Was I supposed to call the rest of them 'Master'? Should I ask them? Would they chastise him? My God, these were the most confusing men I'd ever met.

Kein came back in the room with a jug and I sat up on the bed to watch him. I was really thirsty, so I found a kneeling place on the floor. Kein looked happy and relaxed, thrilled even. He fed me the water grinning down at me.

I glanced around the room and his Brothers looked like nothing unusual had happened. Master Christof and Master Bane looked sated, Master Evan and Master Damien looked horny.

I crawled dutifully back on the bed and laid back. My ass throbbed a little so I hoped if I laid face up, they would just use my pussy. I ran a hand from my knee, to my hip, and to cup my breast. I winced when I reached my breast, they were sore, too.

Kein was smaller and it was easy to forget he was as powerful as the rest of them. He'd certainly left his mark this time, though.

"Master Damien, Master Evan do you want me?" I asked trying to be seductive.

Master Damien crawled on the bed beside me and lay down with his head propped on his arm. He traced the line of my collarbone on that side and smiled.

"Have you forgotten already, Ciara? In this room we are not Master. Kein has already told you this," Damien said watching me.

"Yes, Damien, I understand," I answered cautiously watching his eyes.

Damien was gentle with me, thank goodness. All the pent up anxiety that had plagued his Brothers was not in him. He just wanted to rock slowly into my body and hear his name on my lips.

Evan was much the same way. After Damien was done Evan crawled between my thighs and suckled my clit to another earthshaking orgasm. While I was still sensitive and spasming he crawled over me and drove himself home.

I expected some roughness from Evan, but there was none. He stroked my cheeks and kissed my lips as he made slow sweet love to me. It surprised me, Evan was typically hard and fast, all rough and tumble. Today he had no use for such actions. All he wanted was to hear me say I loved him.

Before I was carried to the bathroom by Kein, both Christof and Bane wanted to hear me say their names. They also wanted to hear 'I love you'. After I was done, Kein whisked me off to the room for bathing.

There weren't showers here, but a large sunken tub that could accommodate all five men. The water came to us through a series of pipes that must have run over a heating element somewhere, because it was warm.

My body was tender. I felt worse after this round of sex than I ever had before. There were bruises forming everywhere it seemed.

I let myself enjoy the water and felt it take some of the soreness out of my body. Master Kein had completely lost that aggressive tendency and cleaned me softly. Both eyes slipped closed as he ran his hands over my skin. I felt utterly relaxed.

Once I was clean, dry, and treated with the cream, we went back to the main room. The men started to take things out of the bags they brought. I was laid on a chaise to watch them as they prepared our meal.

My eyes followed every movement, drinking them in. They turned intermittently and seemed pleased when they caught me watching them. I had almost forgotten how much these men liked the attention of their slaves.

They produced a meal that we ate together at the table. I was surprised the nutrient drink was there. Part of me was tempted to say something, but I didn't.

In all honesty, I wasn't suffering from my lack of the drink. If these men fussed at the men that kept me, it could be very bad for me. My Keepers had a great deal of power in this relationship. I took the drink, but stayed silent about its usual absence.

As we ate, the strain that had been gnawing at them seemed to have released somewhat. They relaxed a little and talked about people from the compound I lived at.

I wasn't much help, because the other Warriors didn't talk to me. My men seemed to miss their friends. They complained the men they played chuke with now were not as competitive and the games weren't as good.

"The women in the mountains care for our every need," Evan complained. "The men are too soft. Even during a chuke contest they barely put in any effort at all. They just don't have any competitive spirit."

When the discussion turned back to the place they lived now, the worn looks returned. The more they spoke of their lives now, the more unhappy they became. I wanted to shake them out of it.

"Could we go for a walk, Masters?" I asked spontaneously once the meal was done.

"That doesn't make any sense, Ciara," Christof said. "Where are we going to walk to? This is an isolated outpost, there is nothing near here."

"Not to go somewhere, we could just go outside and walk in a big circle and look around, Masters," I answered gesturing to the door.

"Why would we do that?" Bane asked.

"I'm curious to see outside, Masters," I said watching the obvious confusion on their faces. At least now they didn't look upset.

It took a while, but they finally said we could go outside and 'walk', although they still didn't understand the concept of just walking around. I was dressed up in my brown outfit, without the hood, to go outside.

"Master Christof used to take me for walks all the time at lunch," I reminded them as we walked outside.

"I took you to the clearings in the forest," he said, "I always knew where I was going. You were very fond of wandering, though. I never understood it."

They were being impossible, so I changed my tact. I pointed to a hill in the distance and asked if we could go see it. Having a destination made the men feel better and we walked in that direction.

I asked about all the different little plants around us. There were also several sets of tracks made by animals. They seemed happy to tell me about the animals that had made the prints in the ground.

What I really wanted to know about was that strange sexual encounter we had just had. What was the purpose of me not calling them Master in the bedroom? It seemed like it was important to them, but I couldn't figure out why. I was disgusted with myself for not having the courage to talk about it. Instead, I just made small talk and enjoyed their company.

Over the next four days, I never asked them about the strange new rule. We made love daily, sometimes twice daily, and the new rule stuck. They did not want to be called Master in the bedroom, ever.

Luckily for me, their level of aggression in bed was way down or I never would have survived. They were gentle with me.

When the last day of what I had termed ourvacationcame, I tried to suppress the sadness. The men seemed to be doing the same thing. In the end I was just clinging to each of them, attempting to express how much I loved them.

"We will see you again, Ciara," Master Damien told me. "You must keep our secret, though."

"I understand, Master Damien. It was a good plan, Sir," I complimented him.

When they started to take their colors off of me, I didn't cry. I would see them again, they had promised.

My temporary Masters arrived some time later. Master Damien warned them to dress me in several layers of the dull brown cloth. The cold weather in the early evening would chill my sensitive skin. I smiled sadly knowing who truly cared for me.

The sun was setting as I stood on the transport next to my temporary Masters. They looked like they had been to hell and back, but they were happy about it. I imagined most men on this world must enjoy the women. For anyone else the way Master Damien and his Brothers lived would be seen as a step up.

I pondered the strange situation every day. The men that kept me adored the women and looked forward to their turn with them. Master Damien and his Brothers hated the women and had unlimited access to them. Perhaps they would learn, I thought, and grow to enjoy the women. If that happened, I wondered what would happen to me.

It would be bad for me if Master Damien and his Brothers changed their minds about me. I was kept for them, if they didn't want me I would certainly be sold. The very idea of being owned and used by different men turned my stomach. I loved Master Damien and his Brothers deeply.

Once I was back at the Keepers I couldn't contain my excitement. I told Rose and Fuji what was happening.

"They pay other men to Keep you?" Rose asked stunned, "That must be very expensive."

"It makes sense now," Fuji commented. "I couldn't understand why your owners kept the old mark on your stomach."

"Your owners must know, Fuji," I said thinking. "It is why they didn't take me to the posts when I tried to touch myself. They said they were keeping a secret. It must be the mark they were keeping secret."

"I wonder if Master Basin and his Brothers know?" Rose pondered.

"If they Keep me next time my owners go to a coupling, we can be sure they do," I answered her.

Time dragged on and I thought it could not get any slower. I had asked my temporary Masters how long until I saw Master Damien again. That was a mistake.

The man I asked became enraged and told me not to speak of it; it was a secret. Another of my owners calmed him and told me when the small moon completed a cycle. That meant nothing to me. Time continued at its slow pace.

I woke up late one night and felt sticky, nasty and sticky between my legs. I dipped a hand down and it came back wet and dark in the moonlight. My brain took a minute to process and I realized I was having a very heavy period.

Jumping off the bed, I startled all my owners awake. They were used to my night time bathroom breaks, but this was different. I apologized and explained about humanmenstruationand told them I couldn't have controlled the bleeding all over their bed.

I had hoped they wouldn't be mad at me for leaving a spot on the covers. They weren't mad, they were terrified. None of them believed me when I said that it was normal.

In the shower they brought in a bright light and made me spread my legs. They watched the blood flow out and inspected its origin. The cold of the bathroom wasn't comfortable and I had cramps, too. I tried to explain that.

The men were beside themselves. They discussed calling the healer, but feared to do it for some reason. Finally, they seemed to get control of themselves.

"This comes and goes?" one of them asked me.

"Yes, Master, on my planet every turn of the moon I would bleed like this for five or six days. I used pads to soak up the blood when it came out," I told them helpfully.

I didn't want to sit in the bathroom for six days while I bled.

The men wrapped the towel they used to dry me so it rested between my legs. They put me back to bed as they sat in front of the fire talking. I couldn't hear what they were saying and that concerned me. Something told me I would not like how they handled my period.

I had been right. My period was awful. The men refused to let me go the Keepers and they didn't want anyone to see this happen. They wrapped me in the absorbent towels and put me in the box in the wall every day I bled.

The first morning I handled it all right. I had been put in the box multiple times before. In a way, I liked it for short periods. It was the only time I was alone. Quickly, it started to make me crazy, so they used the calming creams.

I lost track of time. There was no telling how long it went on. They put me in the box after my morning routine, slathered me with cream and closed it. I awoke drowsy and confused at lunch when they fed and let me relieve myself. More cream was placed on my head and I was knocked out for the afternoon.