Eternal Slave Ch. 03 - A Cup of Tea

"Yes, my Lady." I managed to catch a glimpse of a hand full of some kind of light, green liquid before she smacked it down on top of my head, splattering it all over my face as well as my hair.

"Eyes on me, Sam. I don't want to hear a word about how much it stings having soap in your eyes. You're a grown man now."

It was all I could think of not to whimper and ruin the mood, but it did sting, and it was hard to keep my eyes on her and my arms on her back instead of brushing it away.

"We need to massage it all in, honey," she said. "We want your hair to smell like you're an officer in the Dux's navy and just came off a frigate. That makes me weak at the knees, at least." She made a play at losing her footing.

That step made me forget all about itchy soap. She'd now placed one foot in front of the other. So, one of those feet was closer to me. And in her instructions on how I should position myself, there had been no mention of where to keep my crotch. Consequently, I kept it right up against her smooth skin, humping up and down her ankle, grunting, feeling how the damn prison pants refused to let my cock caress her the way it wanted to.

She went on shampooing me, and the look she gave me was at first amused, then tender. "You really got it bad, don't you?"

"Bad for you," I replied, getting a few shampoo suds into my mouth.

"Let's just hope Sprite has some good news for us," she said and started to run her fingers through my hair, letting the water clean the shampoo away.

"For me, you mean?" I said.

"For us, you selfish bastard," she said and winked. "Do you think you're the only horny person in this shower? Now, I want you to shampoo my hair."

"Of course," I said aloud, then whimpered to myself when she removed her leg to turn around.

It was a premature whimpering at best. She made me rise and showed me how to squeeze a plant that looked a little like a squash. This made a handful of rose petal scented pink juice flow into my hand. Then followed a long scene where she instructed me where in her long, black, wet hair to apply the liquid, and then how to do the massaging. She was so business-like that the sensuality would have gone completely out of the equation if it hadn't been for the fact that I was positioned behind her and that she had the biggest, sexiest butt in existence. The whimpering turned into moans of pleasure as I massaged both her hair and her upper thigh area, grinding against her while my breath was hot on her neck.

"Take it easy," she said and turned slightly to look at me, to analyze my face. "Be gentle, be tender, and I'll let you go on."

"Yes, my Lady," I said and changed my pace. Calmed down. Made it into a kind of dance, the one usually performed in clubs in the old days, when they played a slow song just before they threw you out, and the young men and young women were all desperate to find someone who loved them. Me? I had never dared ask a woman to dance, so I had no first-hand experience prior to this. What I had missed!

"I hate these damn pants," I whispered in her ear.

"I love them," she returned. "Because when I am tired of them being in the way, I can just remove them."

"I can't do that."

"I know you can't."

"That means you have power over me."

"I do. And I'm going to use it."

"How?"

"You want me to tell you?"

"Yes, please."

"Right now I'm afraid I don't have any sinister agenda, at all. I just want to relax in the shower while teaching you a lesson."

"You're good at that."

"I know. And I think you appreciate that."

"I do. A lot."

"In a little while you'll be part of a meeting where the senior women of our little village are going to ask you very nicely to help them. Or so I guess. You'll be in a position of power. You'll be able to bargain, to make demands."

"Right not I'm not in the mood for anything like that," I said.

"And I don't want you to be. I want you to be humble, to be service-minded, to be on your best behavior. To put it bluntly, I want you to sit through the meeting and desire nothing more than to be their slave, to be told what to do, to have any of those women come up to you and put a collar and leash on you and bring you home with them."

"Anyone? But why? And, I mean, what about you? Wouldn't you be furious if I did?"

"If you were a normal man, yes. But you're not. You're a gift slave, and you're no more responsible for your own actions than an animal." She winked at me.

I reacted by almost knocking her over with my cock. An animal. I wanted to be treated like an animal.

"As a gift slave you cannot be proud and arrogant towards women. Any one of us can take you down, make you submit, and bless us with your powers. Being an ass about it is only going to lead to you being estranged from the good girls and eventually captured by a woman who does not respect your right to be your own man. You need to go into this with a sense of humility from day one."

"Don't worry. I get horny just listening to you talking about it."

"I can feel that." She giggled. "But you haven't seen nothing yet."

"Then show me it all."

"First, fetch some of that soap over there, just squeeze that ginger root, just like you imagine I would squeeze you."

I did. The soap smelled just like, well, ginger, mixed with strawberries.

"You'll need more than that, I'm not satisfied with that little. I want you to get that stuff all over my body. Into every crease and crevice. Until I scream my brains out."

"What about me?"

"Not a chance, Sam. Not a chance."

***

When Midnight Glow and I finally left her hut, we walked hand in hand like a pair of star-crossed lovers. It was nice and cute and all, and she looked and smelled fantastic after the shower, but romance was not what I truly wanted. She had made sure of that, having just finished teasing me so hard that I finally broke down and wept bitter tears.

First of all, I did not want to wear the light brown shirt and pants she had given me. No, I did not have a problem with them belonging to Hurricane, her other slave. I cared that I had to wear anything at all. I wanted to be naked next to her and the green dress she'd changed into, my cock a tireless soldier at her beck and call, for all the powerful women to see, admire, deride, humiliate, you name it. Being finally let out of the prison pants was not enough, though the angry bulge on my pants that no amount of posturing could hide helped.

I wanted to be led. On a leash. Crawling behind her. Wanted them all to see what a pathetic loser of a slave I was. Wanted them to gather around and use me as a footstool while they told me how they wanted me to serve and listened to me beg to be allowed to make all their wishes come true. In exchange for sex, for a quick handjob, for a kiss, for the broken promise of a kiss, for a kick in my balls. Damn, the next time a woman wrestled me and squeezed my sack, I would beg for more instead of arguing about my rights and intrinsic worth as a human being.

My one consolation was that Glow had tied the long, wide, red silk ribbon she'd worn in her hair around my cock and balls, then pulled it up and out my right arm sleeve. That meant she could tug at it, gently, without anyone seeing. "One tug means yes," she had said. "Two means no. And three means I'm just teasing you." With her hair flowing free like this, I suspected it would soon get dry again from the vigorous breeze. I might just have to go over it with a few hundred strokes to turn it back into the gleaming black metal I had come to worship.

She didn't bring me further into the village, but instead we left it and headed into the forest and towards the side of the steep mountain. The rough terrain hurt my feet, but I shut my mouth and refused her offer to support some of my weight. I might be a slave, but did that mean I could not also aspire to be a man?

Apparently, being a man also meant making a lot of stupid decisions to maintain said manliness, and after we had reached a small path that led up the mountain side to the left of the lovely waterfall, my feet were in so much pain I almost forgot to be horny. Almost, but then again, green velvet on brown skin and teasing, mischievous smiles have a power to inflate that no amount of gravel can defeat.

The path was steep. Soon we left the tropical forest behind to find ourselves in a tropical shrubland instead (if there is such a thing), green and lush, reaching to heights well above our heads. The tropical wind from the tropical ocean came on harder now, making Glow's hair whip me in the face whenever I was downwind from her. Needless to say, I chose to walk downwind from her more often than would otherwise be natural.

"What do you want me to do at this meeting?" I said. "Apart from looking horny and agreeing to everything?"

She laughed and pulled at the ribbon. I groaned.

"Yes, honey," she said. "you named the important things. And be honest. And don't be afraid. They're just a bunch of old ladies, and they're going to cackle on for an hour. After which you'll get to have sex with lots of young, beautiful women as a reward for helping us. Simple as that."

"I don't understand," I said.

"They'll explain it. And they'll be very happy to see you amazed and confused. Makes them feel important."

"Where are we going?"

"To the Council Circle," she said. "The site where the village council holds all their meetings. Up on the top of the world with a view of the whole island and the ocean. Even the Inferno's heat is visible."

"The Inferno, what's that?"

"Come!" she said. "I'll show you. Come, doggy!" She giggled, pulled the red ribbon out of my shirt so that it now led straight from my pants to her hand. She winked and tied it around her waist with the same, big bow I had used in her hair.

It wasn't painful, it was damn sexy. She walked in front me, almost too fast for my smarting feet, dancing as she climbed the path, her waist tugging at the red line.

I ran on tip-toe after her, panting, eager to reach her, to be allowed to rub my cock against my her butt again. That had become a favorite hobby of mine of late.

Just when I thought we'd reached the top of the mountain, at a point where the path started to slope off towards our left, Glow ran out to our right and started climbing a big rock, the ribbon forcing me to keep up.

"Hey! Slow down!"

"Come, doggy!"

"Where are we going?"

"Doggy, doggy, doggy!"

I had to get down on my hands and knees and climb after her like some modern day Gollum, a thrall to my Precious One in the adult movie version of the Lord of the Rings. Glow giggled each time she felt the ribbon tensing, pulling a little harder to make sure she kept me on my toes.

At last we reached the summit of the small mountain, a little, jagged peak some thousand or so feet above the sea. Below us was a fantasy island full of lush forests and white beaches, surrounded by the mighty ocean. The little village almost drowned in all the greenery, and far off I could see another, similar town. I had a feeling the island was not very big, even though I could only see a portion of it. Out in the waves there were dark shapes, probably other islands.

"What's that?" I said and pointed away along the coast to our right. Behind more mountains and more forest there was something hidden, far away out on the green and blue sea. Something big, something hot, something menacing.

"That's the Inferno," Glow said. "It's the huge volcano at the center of the world. At the end of each night it spits out a huge ball of flame, which we call the sun. As the world revolves around the Inferno, the sun is shot in a spiral across the globe until it fades into a heap of ashes at the far side. Those who live close to the new sun are being scorched, while the brim of the world turns in perpetual darkness, covered by a huge sheet of ice and snow."

"We're not close to the Inferno now?" I said. It was more than hot enough in this place, and I was a bit relieved to find a cool breeze up here.

"Oh no," she said. "It just looks close because it's so big. We're in the Middle Myriad now. Those in the Inner Myriad, who wake up every morning to the roar of the new sun, they have their air burned out of their lungs. I have no idea how they survive. And the innermost islands are all deserted. They even say that the water is boiling right around the Inferno."

"Wow," I said. "We don't have anything like that in my world."

"Really? But you have a sun, right? Where does it come from?"

"It's always been there."

"Always? Shouldn't it burn up? Or if it's always there, why doesn't it fall down?"

"No, it orbits the Earth."

"What's an orbit?"

"Like, it goes around it."

"What ties it to the Earth, then?"

"Nothing?"

"Nothing? That doesn't make sense. Oh, I get it."

"You do?"

"Yeah, it's magic."

For some reason I wanted to have sex instead of continuing this discussion. Glow, though, wasn't done with the geography/astronomy lecture.

"The Myriad is made up of thousands of islands, of which thousands are settled. Even so, there are tens of thousands that are uninhabited. Our island, Slave Fountain, is smaller than many, but larger than most. We have four villages here, and enough fish and fruit to feed us all. Over there," she pointed away from the Inferno, "lies Windy Isle. It's the second largest in the Myriad and there lies the main city around here, Lamplight. Of course, even Windy Isle is tiny compared to the huge islands further up the disc. You can't see it now, but to the right of Windy Isle, a bit further, lies Red Sands, where the Sea Hag has her fleet. They're sure to go on and on about that at the meeting."

"I'm confused," I said.

"Don't worry," she said. "You're just getting started. Come on, let's go meet some other old hags."

Glow helped me put the ribbon back inside my shirt and sleeve, and with a wink and a few teasing tugs to make sure I got erect and back in my servile mood, she took it and concealed it by holding my hand. Then she led me down a slope, towards the interior of the mountain.

***

We soon reached the path we had been following some minutes ago, and after trudging along for a little while we came to a large, open place, a sort of high seat exposed to the wind and with a fabulous view of the ocean, the island, and the heat waves coming off the Inferno.

Ten large, round stones covered with wicker mats were placed in a circle at the center of the site. On each stone sat a woman, as daintily as she could on her rather uncomfortable seat. One of the stones were empty, except for an extra thick mat. I had a feeling that this whole setup had been instituted by the men of the island: Only those who were well and fit enough, they had decided, to be able to walk up all this way and endured sitting on these hard rocks were deemed sound and dedicated enough to be members of the Circle. These ladies probably though this was the stupidest custom in all of existence, and had brought sweetmeats and drinks and extra pillows for their comfort.

I recognized Wave and Sprite. They were given no explicit status by their peers, but were clearly the senior ladies present. There were also two older ladies with gray in their hair, one ancient crone, while the remaining four women were between thirty and fifty. All wore simple, severe dresses, and all wore their hair long. They were all beautiful. I was sure even the crone had once been stunning.

Outside the circle, next to the drinks and food, stood Viola. She looked utterly wonderful. Wearing the same green dress as this morning, she had tied back her hair with a ribbon and had put large, golden hoops in her ears. Just like the Lady Desire had worn. Just large enough to serve as handcuffs for a man. She blushed as we approached, while my dear, expressive member rose inside its pants again and applauded her. Glow felt it was important that I be respectful, humble, and obedient to the Circle? That was not going to be a problem, even though right now it was the servant girl I gave all my attention.

Her, and the woman with the intense, dangerous gaze. Sprite had risen from her stone and came striding towards us. Striding real sexy-like. Confidently. Arrogantly. Yummily.

"Welcome, Mr Sam," she said and shook my hand with a cool look for Midnight Glow. "I hope you have had a pleasant night."

I blushed, even deeper than Viola. What did she know? Or imply? And how did I answer? Kneeling? Kissing her feet? How about acting like a normal person?

"Thank you very much," I said. "I'm fine, thank you. I hope I am able to help you in any way I can, thank you a lot, thank you." That sounded about right, yes?

"Come, sit down," she said and motioned towards the unoccupied stone. I noticed she wasn't talking to Glow.

"Uh, sure, thanks," I said and took a step towards it. Stopped when I realized Glow was still holding both my hand and the ribbon. Glow was not moving. The ribbon yanked at my cock and balls.

With a sweet, sweet smile for Sprite, Glow began walking in her own, good time. Together we approached the stone and, still holding hands, sat down and faced the circle.

Sprite found her own seat, and the look she gave Glow was not very friendly.

"Welcome, Mr Sam," Wave said and smiled, pleased perhaps that Glow had shown Sprite who was in charge of me. "I am sure all that goes on must be very confusing to you, but we will try to make it a little clearer. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, thank you," I said. It was the polite thing to say, but it was hot as well, and I had just climbed a small mountain. "I can get it myself, if you-"

"Please," Wave said. "Be seated. Viola?"

Yes, there was that. While Wave began by introducing the Circle as the village council (I think), explained that they were nine members (or something), that she herself had the role as Mediator (or Meditator, or Meddler, or Messenger), Viola filled two cups to the brim with a clear liquid and brought it over to us, her eyes not leaving me a single instant. While Wave explained that Sprite was the village Witch (and not bitch, though I wasn't able to remember), and that the seven others had seven other names and seven other roles (that I instantly forgot), Viola handed me my cup, brushing her hand against mine, then handed a giggling Glow her cup. As she did this, her ponytail slid off her shoulder and across my left arm, black and shiny, making it impossible for me to present the speaker with an attentive face. Damn, Viola was sexy!

"For you who haven't heard," Wave went on and talked to the other ladies, "Mr Sam arrived here yesterday, brought here by the Lady Desire."

"A gift slave, eh?" the old crone said and chuckled. "I can tell, I can tell. Such a handsome hunk, and what a tool he's got. He's going to grind a hole in those pants before nightfall if someone doesn't take pity on him. Why, they don't make men like this no more. I almost feel young again." She winked at me. "What a pretty blush! You can come visit me in my hut any day, Mister! I got cookies!"

"Mr Sam," Wave said behind clenched teeth. "You are probably confused and scared about that has happened to you, and I'm afraid we cannot help you explain it. We know that the men that we call 'gift slaves' sometimes arrive in our world, and that as far as we know, they cannot go back. Not ever. I'm sorry."

This might be a good time to feel a sense of loss and melancholy at the definitive, permanent loss of the cuisine of McDonalds, the musical legacy of the Bee Gees, and the chance to ever know if there was going to be peace in the Middle East. Right now all the loss I could feel was that of Viola and her glittering hoops as she left and found her place by the drinks, and the melancholy at the thought at how being involved with two women at the same time never had led to no good for anyone. I still had the appropriate, frustrated face though.