Eternal Slave Ch. 02 - Gift Slave

"You don't know when this will happen," Wave said.

"I know that we must prepare at once!" Sprite said. "And I know that we have no time for this gift slave to hang around, become familiar with us, make friends, contemplate acceding to our requests, and perhaps do it in his own, good time. I need answers."

"And what answers do you need?" Wave said.

"I need to know this gift slave's powers," Sprite said.

Wave started, and they both looked at me. What they saw was a big, male body pathetically struggling so that he was able to... Well, not to free himself, but position his erect genitalia so that the fingers of the woman straddling him touched it. The woman straddling him, on the other hand, made sure that such impacts were brief and sporadic, all the while caressing his shoulders and cheeks. And chuckling. The young woman who'd been so curious was blushing and giggling, the rest of the women ranged between looking uncomfortable and amused.

"Well, then," Wave said. "We can offer him shelter and food if he obliges. On his on terms."

"There are no such thing as 'on his own terms' for gift slaves," Sprite said. "The decision lies with the woman he's serving at the time."

"Then we can arrange a date between him and one of us."

"Or can just arrange it right here and now," Sprite said. "Then, we give him shelter and food. As much as he likes."

"This is wrong," Wave said, "You're wrong, Sprint. You have no respect for men. I'll defend this man's right to decide for himself. With my life if need be." She hefted her spear. Managed to look pretty intimidating.

"I wish I could take you up on your word," Sprite said, "but there's no need."

She cleared her throat at looked back at me. "Slave?" she said. "How do you feel about Midnight Glow here milking your sperm so that I can have a sample?"

***

The other women left, shaking their heads, Wave mumbling something about stupid menfolk. I was left with Glow, Sprite, and the blushing one. Silence fell.

What had just happened was not only the most pathetic, humiliating experience of my life (so far), but also a serious eye opener.

Despite poor Wave doing her best to free me arguing and looking on, I had only been able to whimper as Glow started to caress my shaft with gentle, teasing fingers.

"Let me ask you a question," the voluptuous woman had purred. "Would you like for this... Mhm... to happen to you before you get up? It won't take long, just long enough to make it... simply wonderful."

This was the point where I ought to have shouted "No, stop this crazy shit and get off me!" in a very indignant way, using a very manly voice. I should have added something like, "This is an outrage!" Then demanded, "May I please have some clothes!"

Instead, I just groaned out, "Please touch me."

Wave had groaned, turned in disgust, and left.

***

So, there you had it. My self-esteem didn't matter. My reputation didn't matter. Common sense was turned back at the gate. Cock, as they say, was king.

"I would rather not this drags out into one of your endless teasing sessions," Sprite told Glow when it looked as if the smiling woman would just go on patting my head and balls. "In that case, I'll just milk him myself."

Milk. What a wonderful word. What sexy implications it had. Being treated like an object, an animal, something to be used, exploited, in a very clinical and impersonal way. Studs and stallions were milked for their sperm, not human males.

Oh yes, I wanted to be milked. Wanted Sprite to come over, crass and confident like a nurse, and stroke me until I gave her what she wanted.

"Aw..." Glow said. "He wants that. What a sweet, cute boy. He wants the nasty, old woman to milk him. How adorable!"

"No, he doesn't," Sprite said. "He's all about you."

"A man doesn't just make his heart beat that much faster while his cock throbs like mad, if he didn't react to you speaking," Glow said.

"Really, now," Sprite said and eyed me for a second before she shrugged. "No, I'll just collect the specimen. Get going, we haven't got all day."

"How about you, Viola?" Glow said to the blushing woman. "You've never been with a slave before. You only got that silly Marrow, and from what I've heard, he's not exactly one for foreplay and cuddling."

"Don't say that," said Viola. "I may never see him again."

"You will," Sprite said. "Thanks to this man."

"So, it's practically your duty to help!" Glow said and laughed. "Besides, you need to practice on how to treat your man when you get him back. You have to show him who's in charge."

"That's true," Viola said. "I've wanted to ask Marrow if I could tie him up just once, but I haven't found the courage to do it. I have seen the way he looks and you and the way you treat your husbands. I thinks he would accept, but it's all so embarrassing."

"Well, then," Glow said. "Come over here, and I'll show you how it's done. With a little training, you'll have turned him into a doting husband and affectionate lover in just a few weeks."

Viola blushed and nodded, then stepped closer. She didn't look at my face. Sprite was leaning on her spear, taking in the scene with her burning eyes.

"Don't be shy," Glow said and laughed. "He's not dangerous." She patted my cheek. "Tell me, slave, do you want Viola here to milk you?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

"I didn't hear you?"

"Yes, please."

"See? He's in. Come, sit down here, next to me. No, facing him. Slaves enjoy eye contact. Let your eyes move from his face to this sexy, muscular body, and finally to his cock. Lower your lashes when you do that. They love that. Great!"

"Please start milking me," I said. "I need it."

"Stop that, slave! Be patient, now. I'm teaching this young woman how to make this perfect for you. Don't interrupt me. Are you comfortable, dear?"

"Yes," Viola said. "He's very handsome. And so big?"

"He sure is. But remember, you're always ten times more beautiful to him than he is to you. Make sure you push your breasts out. Adjust your dress. Do it often. Yet not as often as you smooth your hair. Men can't help but drooling over a woman's hair. It might mean nothing to you, but just placing it behind your ear can be enough to make his head spin. It works best when he's really excited and you just take a short break to pat your hair and your dress. It will drive him mad. I love doing that."

"But won't that make him soft again?"

"You can't wait that long, of course. Just a few moments, then start touching him again. It'll be so much the better for him. Now, let's look at your grip."

"Do we really have to spend so much time on this?" Sprite said.

"Of course!" Glow said. "We're not going to milk the poor man without giving him the experience of a lifetime in return, are we? Listen, Viola. My absolute favorite is what I like to call the Lazy Handshake. Please, shake hands with his cock for me?"

"Now?"

"Yes, please, dear."

"Yes!" I moaned as I felt an unfamiliar hand close around my shaft.

"See? That's a compliment. He's all ready for you. Now, what I love about the lazy handshake is that you don't get stuck in the act of just jerking his skin up and down as fast as possible in order to make him come. It's only going to be a lot of work for you, and not nearly as satisfying for him. With the lazy handshake, you are going to rely on other kinds of stimulation. What you need to do is get inside his head. Remember your breasts and hair? Use them for all they are worth. But your main weapon, the one thing that's going to have this man begging, pleading, almost crying for release in just a few minutes from now, is your voice and ears. Talk to him, Viola. Listen to him. Get inside his head, find out what's making him tick, make him use his senses and imagination to drive himself higher and higher. If you do it right, you can milk a man dry using just two fingers."

"Talk to him?" Viola said. "About what?"

"Chat a little. Have a conversation. Start by asking if he wants you to milk him, and just go on from there. I'll help you."

"OK...? Sure?"

"Sure. Look him in the eyes. Remember that."

"Yes, Glow." She cleared her throat. "Uh, eh, Mister Slave? Do you want me to milk you?"

"Yes..." I moaned, panting. "Please."

"See?" Glow said and patted my cheek. "He's so sweet. And polite, too!"

Viola blushed and slowed down her movements. If I had been a bit more forward, I would have begged her to hurry up again, but that might just scare her.

"What do I ask about now?" the younger woman asked.

"Many things. How he feels about being a slave? Ask if he finds you beautiful? Threaten to slap his balls? Or just mention that we don't really care about him, only his semen. He likes all of those suggestions. I can tell by his racing pulse." She winked at me and ran her pinky along my throat.

"He does?"

"He loves us doing this to him. He just needs to learn it."

"Do you... What's your name?"

"Sam." Glow was right. I was all nerves, wondering where they would take my mind next. It felt good. Real good.

"I'm Viola."

"Nice to meet you." That made her giggle and Glow guffaw. For some reason.

"Sam, can l ask you a question?" Viola said.

"Of course," I said. She had increased the speed a little now, but it was still infuriatingly slow. And light. "Please."

"If you could choose, would you rather be alone with one of us and have what you would call normal sex? Or would you be doing this?"

I breathed out. What a horrible question. What a cruel thing to ask. Answering it would be like holding a mirror up to my face, and I might not like what I saw.

"If he waits too long before answering, just let go," Glow said. "He'll be telling you his whole life story two seconds later just to have you touch him again."

She was right, of course. When Viola did take her hand of my cock it was more than I could endure.

"This, this, this!" I said. "Please touch me some more. I need it, need it, need it bad."

"Why?" she said and got going again, but hesitantly. "What's so great about this? Wouldn't you have preferred it if I hadn't stopped just now?"

"Yes," I said.

"So, why?" Viola said.

"Yes why, little slave?" Glow said and giggled.

I paused again, puzzled myself. After Glow made a noise in her throat which caused Viola to remove her hand, I just had to start blurting out stuff.

"I don't want you to stop, but also I want you to be in charge and decide everything... Thank you so much!" I said as her hand returned to caressing me. "...and I think I love being desperate, too, and I love to beg and I love to be treated bad and I love all of these crazy things that make no sense at all!"

"So, you want Glow to keep sitting on you, pinning you down?" Viola said.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Glow asked. "Do you want me to sit here and just relax?"

"Yes," I admitted before Viola could take her hand away. "I love being tied up. Or at least, I think so. This is my first time."

"It's the first time for me as well," Viola said. "And I think I enjoy it, too. I feel a bit ashamed of it, as a matter of fact. Just now, seeing her trap you and not letting you get up? I felt so sorry for you. But then you got hard, and I was amused. Was that wrong of me?"

"I don't know," I said. That made her slow down, uncertain. "But I do know that listening to you talk about it now is really sexy."

"What? You get excited by this conversation?"

"Yes," I said. "Very much. I'm so needy!"

"Mhm..." she said and looked down at my cock. Did the thing with her lashes. Fucking hell how that worked. "Tell me what turns you on right now? I want to know."

"That look!"

That made both of them exchange glances and laugh. "We know, dear," Glow said.

"More?" Viola wanted to know. There was a funny sense of urgency in her voice.

"Yes!" I said. "Your hand. I love that touch. It's... It's more torture than anything else!"

"Torture? Because it's so slow and loose?"

"Yes," I whimpered. My cock demanded faster and harder treatment, and it wanted it now.

"Go on," she demanded.

"You're so beautiful," I said. "Your eyes, your smile, your breasts and hair." I began to stir a little, unable to control myself. I wanted to fight some, test Glow's strength, just to make sure I was unable to break free on my own.

"Even though I forgot to show them off to you like Glow told me to?" She stifled a laugh with her free hand.

"Can't you do anything right?" Glow said to her and rolled her eyes. "The man is starved for some titty action!"

"Please jerk me faster?" I said.

Viola blushed for a moment, then slowed down instead.

"No!" I cried.

"Yes!" she said and got a nasty look in her eyes. "Yes, yes. Or do you want to come right here and now, Sam?"

I could feel how my eyes rolled back inside my head, how my back arched despite Glow's firm weight, how my fingers dug into the sandy soil. "Please make it last?"

"I think Sprite is waiting for her specimen, you know," Glow said.

I looked at the older woman who was still leaning on her spear, still not speaking, still only looking at us with her intense gaze.

"Does it bother you that she's here?" Viola asked.

Again I hesitated, but then I shouted out, just as her hand was about to leave me. "No!"

"Ah, you like an audience?"

"Yes, I do! I've fantasized about it many times!"

"So, did you enjoy being wrestled by Glow in front of all of us?"

"Yes, I loved it!"

"But just now you told us that you didn't? Did you lie?"

"No, I-"

"Are you telling me my friend is a mean woman who mistreats slaves?"

"No!"

"Tell Glow you're sorry," she said and let go. Her face had turned a much deeper shade of red now, and it was only too obvious that she was horny as well.

"I'm sorry, Glow! I'm so, so sorry! I shouldn't have run, I shouldn't have fought! I'm sorry!"

"Apology accepted, slave," Glow said when she was able to stop laughing.

"No more of that from now on," Viola said.

"No, I promise!" I had no idea what I was promising, only that her demands were driving me wild. Once more my cock had reached the point where it would normally mean I had to close my laptop, roll off the bed, and change my sheets, but like when I had been with the Lady Desire, I just couldn't seem to reach my orgasm.

"From now on, you'll do only as I tell you."

"I promise!"

"I'm now your owner!"

"I'm your slave!"

"I'll keep you in my hut, I'll keep you tied up, I'll have you serve me and take care of me and fuck me and have you watch me fuck my boyfriend and you'll never, ever, ever be allowed to complain because you're my slave and I own you! I own you!" Her voice was loud and high, and her eyes full of fever.

I was screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!" in response to each of her statements, shaking my head, wiggling my toes, and giving Glow another wild ride as I tossed like crazy. My angelic-faced rider motioned to Sprite to come closer and bring with her what looked like a little cup made of palm leaves.

The older woman nodded and sat down on the other side of me. The sight of her, businesslike crouching and bringing the cup closer to the action was unbelievably sexy, just like everything else going on.

"You're just a thing, slave!" Viola moaned, her hand had by now forgot all of Glow's advice and was pumping me furiously. "You're here to be milked, and that's all! We'll keep you chained up in a shed, and each time we need your sperm, we'll come milk you, and if you complain, we'll gag you and put a fucking hood over your head just to make sure we don't have to care about your opinion ever again!"

"Now, dear," Glow said. "Tell him to come."

"Come, slave!" Viola hollered. "Come, or I will fucking slap your balls silly!"

I did as instructed. In that final moment, as my sperm began flying, Viola let go and Sprite's hand took hold of my cock, unfamiliar and cool, and with calm, measured, experienced strokes directed the drops into her little cup.

I was in heaven.

"He's not stopping?" Glow said as my cock just kept ejaculating, refusing to let me down from my high, to let me regain any kind of control over myself.

"No," Sprite said, barely hearing the other woman over my grunts and exclamations of undying love towards all three of them. "That means he's powerful. Very powerful."

"Wow, this is fascinating! More than two minutes now?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Is this normal?" Viola asked, her voice still full of emotion. If I had been able to, I would wondered what she was thinking now. I was in the midst of being rewarded for the fun we'd had, but she had to be feeling slightly cheated.

"Not at all," Sprite said. "Well, all gift slaves have these strong, enduring orgasms. That's part of what makes them so willing to accept their lot in life. But this long? No. How about Hurricane?"

"Oh, he only comes for about one minute at a time," Glow said. "He's powerful enough to turn any land lubber girl into a master mariner and is so addicted to his little pleasures that I can make him do anything. Not that I've tried. The poor man is completely helpless when there's women around. But you know all about that when you borrow him, Sprite! I guess this guy will have it ten times worse. Right, Viola?"

Viola got up instead and sat down in the sand a few yards away. I was only dimly aware what was going on, but I think she was crying.

"Hey, sweetie," Glow said and jumped off me. She hurried over and put her arms around the other woman. "What's going on?"

"What have I just done?" Viola said.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been jerking off another man like some cheap whore while my poor Marrow is held captive by an evil witch!"

"No, sweetie, you haven't," Glow said.

"You know how these things work, Viola," Sprite said. "You know how important the power of sex is. This man was sent to help us free our men. We needed to get a sample from him."

"Yes, but why did I say 'yes' to do it?" Viola sobbed. "Why didn't I turn you down? Not that I blame you, Glow, you could tell my dirty mind a mile away. It's just... It's not right of me to indulge my vile lusts."

"Your lusts are not vile," Sprite said. "It's normal to want to dominate and torment gift slaves. And chances are you'll have to use this slave in order to help rescue your boyfriend, anyway."

"And chances are," Glow said and patted the other woman's hair, "that Marrow will be very happy about your new outlook on, shall we say, sensual matters?"

"Do you think so?"

"And... Done!" Sprite said, letting of my cock. "An orgasm lasting around five minutes. He's got to be exhausted."

"Don't worry," Glow said. "I'll take care of him from now on."

"You don't mean your going to..." Sprite said, her eyes narrowing.

"Of course not!"

"Good, because if he's as powerful as I think he is, we should be careful about using him. Very careful. Strange things just may happen when we do. Just leave him be until tomorrow morning, all right? Can you control yourself?"

"What are you suggesting?" Glow said and winked. "I'm going to feed him, clothe him, and answer all the thousands of questions that are sure to be simmering around in his big, handsome head. You'll be all right with Sprite, sweetie?"

Viola nodded, though she didn't look completely comfortable next to the woman with the burning eyes. Together they walked away into the forest of palm trees, the older woman holding the cup that was full of my embarrassment. Behind them, the sun was setting. How long had I been attending this crash course in how I now lacked of control over my own body and desires?

***

"Come, honey," Glow said and offered me her hand. "Let me get you a drink!"

I looked at the hand, looked at her smile. Hesitated. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered.

She sighed, then turned down her sweetness and innocence to more normal levels. "Your new life is going on, Sam. I'm sorry."