A Slave to the Servants Ch. 20

I stood slowly and continued to watch Damien pant. In a gesture intended to rile him I licked my lips seductively.

Bane jerked me up and I found my self upside down over his shoulder. I never took my eyes off Damien as he regained his composure. He looked truly shaken.

My attention was redirected when Bane threw me on the bed. The covers scraped my sensitive buttocks and I turned on my stomach. Before I could gain stability on my knees a body pressed between my thighs.

Strong arms held my chest flush to the bed as I knelt lewdly displayed for them. Hands grasped the fiery flesh Damien had marked. A hiss and a low moan escaped my mouth.

Christof's low laugh surprised me. Straining my neck I saw it was him between my legs staring down at my striped buttocks.

"You are like us now," he said stroking the lines.

Wiggling around I tried to make him stop stroking the marks. They were tender, but the caress was still erotic.

"Perhaps we leave them," Kein offered kneeling by my head.

He ran his hands from my buttocks up my back and across my shoulders.

"Everyday," he offered, "we mark our Sister as one of us."

How they'd made a daily beating sound like something I'd want to do, I'd never understand. A moan escaped my mouth as Kein traced where he would like to put the marks. My back was hypersensitive, even where there weren't marks.

Christof was enthralled by the look of my skin. I felt his cock nudging for a second before he thrust home. I screamed his name at the sudden invasion. He found the reaction funny and held me still.

His salty flesh lit a new fire on my striped flesh as he slowly ground us together. What started as a burn became a sharp sting and they loved the sounds that elicited. Christof started to move, but his hands never stopped tormenting.

It became an addictive pattern as he thrust and stroked my marks. I moaned and pulled at the sheets. Suddenly someone had me by the hair.

My head was lifted and my body followed. Evan slipped his legs beneath me and put his cock level with my mouth.

"Suck me like you did Damien," he ordered shoving his meat between my lips.

They were all terribly aroused. I tasted Evan's essence as he slipped into my mouth. He was hot and hard, gagging me as he slipped deep into my throat.

Evan was huge, probably the largest of all of them when it came to his cock. I'd become an expert at deep throating Damien, but he wasn't this big. Evan rubbed my throat raw thrusting lustily into it. I felt my muscles stretching and constricting around him. He was loving it.

Christof came with a hoarse cry from behind me and Evan removed himself from my throat. I panted on my hands and knees, unsure why Evan stopped. I yelped as a tongue dragged up the back of my thigh, across my backside and up my back.

"I promised you pleasure," Damien said kneeling naked on the bed beside me.

Evan thrust into my sopping cunt as Damien's fingers began to circle my clit. Kein wiggled beneath me and his hot mouth enveloped a nipple. When Evan grabbed my hair like a rein, I knew it was useless to resist them.

My body was trained to respond to their touch. When they wanted me to orgasm madly, I would. Now was no different. My channel clenched wildly around Evan's shaft and my nipples pebbled in Kein's mouth.

Lost in the sensations that didn't seem to end, I didn't notice Evan's rough shout of triumph as he came.

The oil was shockingly cool against my flesh as it was poured over my ass and left a tingle where it touched. Bane noticed the strange sounds I made and he took his time rubbing my ass until it shone. When he reached the puckered flesh at the center the gentle, sensuous massage brought me back to the edge.

I loved it and rocked back against him, begging him to impale me with his cock. He slid in easily and my world rocked back into orgasm. Hands wrapped into my hair and he pulled my shaking body back until I sat in his lap.

Lips on my neck were magical and the orgasm started to flow again. It was like a tap they could start and stop at will. Bane's voice broke me out of the blurry haze that had enveloped me.

"Ride me," he said simply tugging on my hair and returning his lips to my shoulder.

The position was odd, but it didn't matter. I did what he asked. Kein placed himself in front of me and I used his shoulders to pull myself up and down. Like a wicked child with a toy, Kein used the time to torment my sensitive nipples.

My ass slapping against Bane's thighs was loud. His breath was in my ear and on my neck above my collar. He whispered to me as I moved. At first it was simple encouragement. Kein watched my eyes and saw it inflame me.

Bane told me how I looked to them. Sweaty, naked, beaten and riding his shaft like a Paterian woman. When he realized it turned me on he kept going. My lips were swollen, he told me. I had drool on my chin from being choked on Evan's cock. I was a slave to the pleasure of sex and I looked every bit the part.

Hands forced me to ride faster, gripping the slick oily sheen on my hips. They saw that, he said, the way I glistened for them. I was proud of my stripes, bold and confident, because I was part of this family. I ground down against Bane and felt the pain of my lashes burn us both.

It was heaven and hell. My eyes shut and Kein wanted them open. He liked to watch the response. He pulled my nipples and turned them. I gasped for breath as the sensation stung my breasts.

I cursed inEnglishand he pulled harder until I cursed in their language.

Bane sped up, pushing me until I leaned on Kein. My face pressed into Kein's neck and I clung to his biceps. I felt Bane get to his knees and truly begin to control the pace. He was a magnificent stallion rutting me and I knew it.

"Find your pleasure again," Damien murmured moving a hand down to pinch my clit.

My cries of 'no, too much' soon changed as I crested and shattered again. Bane gripped my hips so hard there would be bruises. It didn't matter. In the throes of yet another powerful wave of orgasm, I didn't care.

Kein was last. He rolled me over so he could see my breasts bounce. He fucked me with his long shaft and hit the back of my tunnel each time. I winced and clenched around him with each stroke. My body faded in and out of some strange unending orgasmic bliss. A particularly hard thrust made me see stars as Kein came above me.

******

The bed was soft beneath my breasts and stomach, that's the first thing I noticed. I hadn't been asleep or awake, just dreamily laying there. I tried to roll and strong hands stopped me.

"Damien is fixing your flesh," Christof said brushing the hair out of my face.

I looked blearily back and Damien was carefully treating each mark with the healing cream. I lay silently as the burn disappeared in individual increments. It was such a relief to have it go away.

"No more speaking in the village, little Sister," Bane said lounging on the other side of the bed. "It just isn't done."

Once Damien had finished Evan pulled me to the shower room. I was cleaned, scrubbed, and treated with more cream. Pretty soon I felt like myself.

Dinner arrived while I was cleaned. When I went into the main room with Evan the table already had food on it. That didn't hold my attention, though.

I walked straight to the fire and re read Hannah's message. She was well, I thought happily, and smart. Hannah had found quite an ingenious way to communicate with me.

There were no details and I mourned that. I would have liked to know exactly how her days were and how she spent her time. Perhaps Damien could arrange for us to meet. That would be very special. I would like to know more about my child.

"Ciara," Christof called, "come and eat."

I sat the letter in the box and went to sit with the family.

My men loved the meal and savored every bite. The tami leaf left a distinct flavor. It didn't really affect me one way or the other. I shrugged remembering they weren't human, maybe it did taste really good to them.

We had dinner in comfortable quiet for a little while, before the questions from the day struck me again.

"Why did you buy me boots?" I asked breaking the silence.

"You are a member of the family," Bane said taking another helping for himself and loading my plate with a little more also.

"Will I be wearing boots to the Keeper's compound?" I asked grinning. "They should look wonderful with my ornamentation."

"You don't need boots at the Keepers," Kein informed me continuing to focus on his meal.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten. They were being so evasive and frustrating.

"It isn't time to sleep," Evan informed me.

"I'm not sleeping," I said as politely as I could. "I'm trying not to lose my temper. I don't understand why you bought me boots."

"We bought you a shirt and pants as well," Christof said. "When we teach you to use your sword you should be dressed appropriately."

The men continued to eat like they hadn't said anything odd. This had been on their minds long enough it no longer sounded strange. To me, it sounded like they had lost their minds.

"Why will I be learning to use a sword?" I asked.

"Everyone in the family knows how to use a sword," Bane said, "except you. We don't like that. You will learn to fight like us."

I had to stifle a smile. "Will you be learning to dance?" I asked.

Bane wrinkled his nose at the idea, Damien snorted, and Evan stood up.

I watched with amazement as he displayed some of my characteristic moves. It was the most unusual thing I'd seen in a long time. Evan rolled his stomach and shifted his hips in a perfect replica of what I did.

"It's not hard," he told me sitting back down, "but no one enjoys seeing me do it the way we enjoy seeing you do it."

I was speechless for a moment and couldn't think of a thing to say to them.

"When did you figure out how to do that?" I asked amazed.

"The mountains were boring," Evan told me, "it gave me something to do."

I tried to imagine Evan standing in the sorting room full of men learning to roll his stomach. It seemed improbable.

"Eat," Bane said holding a piece of food to my mouth.

I took the chunk silently and pondered the circumstance. The men weren't kidding. I really was family.

The next morning I got brave with Evan. As he prepared to clean me, I made a request.

"I don't want to wear the plug today," I told him boldly.

Evan faltered and looked quizzically at me. "You need it," he explained. "If my Brother uses you, it will harm you if you are not prepared."

While he argued Evan stopped moving. Unlike the last time we had this conversation, he was waiting for me to agree with him and not assuming I would.

"I will choose," I offered, "and wear it some days. Today I am not in the mood to have it in."

Evan looked confused for a moment and then he shrugged. "Fine by me," he said turning on the shower, "just let me know the days you want it."

I felt like it was a choice the whole world could hear. My head was spinning with the power he gave me. Evan loved the plug, as much as I hated it. I wanted to offer him a compromise.

"Tomorrow I will wear it," I promised him stepping under the spray of the water.

He seemed unconcerned as he grinned and bathed me.

The Keeper's was an anxious place today. The men who owned humans always relied on others to carry out punishment. It made discipline complicated and time consuming. The men only punished large infractions of their rules after a while. Now that was going to change.

"Why didn't you warn us?" Rose wailed pacing.

"I didn't think about it," I told her honestly.

Rose made me tell them everything about the punishment my owners had given me. There was only the three times really, so I had very little to tell them. The other slaves didn't like what I told them at all.

The consensus among the slaves was that their Masters were intrigued by the punishments. They wanted to try them because they were new. It had also looked fun.

"It didn't help that your Masters looked ready to fuck you in the courtyard," Rose groused crudely sitting on a pillow.

I coughed and blushed at Rose's observation. I hadn't realized my friends were watching.

"Oh yes," she said, "they made us watch. Your Master had to adjust himself and it was plain to see his arousal."

Inflicting slight pain on me had really aroused Damien. The other men wanted to try it, especially if it was fun. Discipline was secondary to the desire to experience what Damien did.

I spent all morning apologizing, but no one listened. They were too busy fretting.

Christof came at lunch. I was so glad to see him. He seemed to feel bad the other slaves were upset. Although primarily, he was confused.

"They prefer the posts and the General's whip?" he asked as we settled in the forest.

"Of course not, they prefer not to be punished at all. They say the men will punish them more now because it is easier," I explained.

"You enjoy it," Christof told me matter-of-factly. "Did you tell them how much pleasure it brings you?"

I flushed hot at the statement as Christof handed me the bowl. My reaction to the punishment was not right. I wished he hadn't noticed.

Christof didn't seem to pay attention to my embarrassment. He went on to discuss how they had been assigned the road again. As per normal, they spent half the time goofing off.

"Men asked Damien to teach them how to train their slaves. We spent all morning teaching them the right amount of force to use," Christof assured me. "Damien taught them well, so they will not truly hurt your friends."

He informed me there were different techniques. Depending on how it was done and what was used, the punishment may arouse. The harsher techniques would only cause pain, Damien taught them less of that. The idea of actually hurting slaves had galled him. The men had been eager to try the new ways though.

We didn't go back immediately. Christof got two sticks and we practiced fighting for a few minutes.

"You learned well in your time bonded to us," Christof said jabbing and parrying with me. "Training you will be fun," he grinned.

That afternoon I sat for a while with Rose and Fuji on the beach. I told them about Hannah's letter and Rose was very happy for me. Fuji wasn't sure what to think. Children on her world didn't have contact with their breeders after a while. However, we all thought Hannah's plan to send me a message had been a good one.

I was obsessed with Hannah's message. Once I was home, I sat and read it again before we went to the bathing hall, as well as, before bed. Imagining my girl carefully planning this message for me warmed my heart.

I was so excited about the letter I almost forgot to be excited about my nightdress. The men had delivered it during the day and Damien made a big show of putting it on me. It was the first normal piece of clothing I had worn in a long time. Although it almost felt restrictive, I enjoyed the sensation of being covered.

As usual I woke in the middle of the night to use the restroom. Once I was done I wandered over to the fire and picked up Hannah's letter. Sitting down on the chaise I traced the marks with my fingers. The large symbols were beautifully done. Hannah wrote very well.

A movement surprised me as Damien added fuel to the fire and came to sit beside me. The room got lighter and warmer with the addition. I smiled at him and stared back down at the letter.

"Does it say something different this time?" he asked sprawling on the furniture beside me.

"No," I chuckled looking over at him.

He knew I just liked to think about Hannah.

Damien had laid his head back and shut his eyes. The men didn't understand alone time. I was used to it. I turned my attention back to the letter and held it up.

A flash of something else caught my eye in the thick paper. Subtle, cursive writing appeared when I held the letter so the bright fire was behind it. There it was again, but I couldn't read it.

I stood and moved closer to the fire, but it wasn't readable like that. There were layers of cursive writing, one on top of the other. My hands shook as I examined the letter. It was a message inside a message. That's why it was to sit by the fire, so I would see this.

I picked at the missive along the edges and it started to separate. In my frantic hurry I almost tore it and that got Damien's attention.

"What are you doing?" he asked watching me pick at the edge of the letter.

I paused a moment too long and his face got hard.

"No secrets," he said simply.

Begrudgingly, I showed him. He looked at it and the rest of my men soon joined us.

"I think," I told them, "there are layers to the message. At home aletterwas on something calledpaperand it was very thin. This is thick. I think she wrapped a secret message behind one the General could read."

Hannah's letter was handed to Kein as we lighted the lamps in the apartment. He carefully examined it and started to pick the edges apart. Eventually he used a small sharp knife to separate layers.

It was hard, detailed work. I would have ripped the thing to shreds doing this. Kein worked slowly and methodically. He didn't get frustrated or tear anything. Finally he pulled the last binding and had it separated.

There was a stack of paper behind the soft wood the original message was on. I laughed and my eyes filled with tears at the first line written in clearEnglish.

Hi, Mama, tell Daddy,"I said trying not to cry,that I'm sorry this is in English, but I didn't want it to fall in the wrong hands. Read him the entire thing and leave nothing out. You all deserve the truth, even if it's painful. We are family and secrets are not tolerated in the family.

I looked up at Damien and he looked pleased, so I continued.

She loved and missed me, she said. Every day she thought of me and worried about my safety. Traveling had made her feel a little better about that. The women protected their men absolutely. I was never safer than when I was in the compound.

Hannah politely spoke to Damien in the letter. She wished him interesting days and a strong bond. It wasn't a greeting I was familiar with, but the men said it was a customary thing to say.

Our daughter was doing well, very well. She had found a Sister, Ra, and they travelled together.

The girls had even bonded like Damien and his Brothers did.

It isn't normal anymore for women to bond like that,Hannah wrote.Women now have a tiny implant that prevents them from bonding to Sisters. The women say the freedom to live and think alone is healthy. Ra and I do not agree. I know how strong Daddy's family is and we want that feeling back.

I looked up at Damien and saw the pride in his features. His girl was strong and striving to be like him. I don't imagine it was an emotion he ever thought he'd feel.

Ra's female breeder many generations back had been from Earth, so they had that in common. Before the bond with Hannah Ra hadn't recognizedEnglish.She had distant memories of an Earth language, but it wasn't one I had known. The sounds weren't even likeEnglish.

Hannah assumed Ra's Earth breeder had been from the place I would have calledEgypt.Ra remembered a dry, desert world wherepyramidsstood unfinished. I agreed, it was most likelyEgypt.

Looking up at the men I smiled with tears in my eyes. They looked interested and encouraged me to continue.

The girls had flown across the great ocean, Saval, together. She described where we lived and said it was located on a smaller sea that bordered the great ocean. Christof found the discussion fascinating.