Eternal Slave Ch. 03 - A Cup of Tea

I was desperate for someone to come rescue us (as long as it didn't interfere with the sex). Perhaps Glow had realized that she wasn't dying after all, that Sprite had lied to her? Because she had done that, hadn't she, since she was going to fuck me herself? Come, Glow! Please, just knock on the door, break it down, come in and see what she was doing to me, to us!

"You've been too proud, you filthy slut," she hissed at 13. "You've been thinking I can't live without you, since I've had no new slave for two years now, since that bitch Wave began suspecting something was going on. Well, from now on she can suspect all she wants. I'm on top again, I'm in charge. So, what say you, 13? You who have been thinking I've become addicted to that pathetic cock of yours?" She leaned forward and slapped it so hard I could feel the table rocking. "You who have been thinking you have power over me."

13 reeled, but more from her words than the blow, I think. Fifteen years a captive, and the only thing real human contact he ever experienced was being made love to, however perverted. Now that was being taken away from him, too.

I tried to feel for him, tried my best, but when Sprite reached between her legs and grabbed hold of my cock, my sympathy was shattered. Being led inside her, into a place where I was detested and hated, that was still half-dry with scorn, was the ultimate humiliation. There was no way I could hide how much I wanted this. I groaned and begged, even thanked her. Moved my hips in tune to hers, tried to reach as far into her as I could. I'm sorry, buddy, I'm too weak. I just can't help you.

"You never had power over me, and you never will. That's all over. Now I'm going to turn the tables on you. This man, this new, raw, fresh slave is going to keep you in line. He's my favorite one now, he's the one I'll fuck daily, he's the one who'll make you redundant." She leaned forward again, and this time her hand closed around 13's cock. "Do you want to be made redundant, slave? Do you want to stay in your dirty sty while he's up here, moaning like he does now. Can you hear that? That's the sound of a man in lust, 13. A man with a tongue. That's how a real man is supposed to sound."

From my point of view there didn't seem to be much of a difference. We both used animal sounds to articulate our fear and need. 13 was terrified of getting an even worse life than he had now, and I was terrified of getting even half the life he's been forced to endure, but that didn't matter. We were slaves, and our cocks forced us to be excited by the horror of her words.

Sprite was rocking up and down my shaft now. She was turned on by hurting us, by demeaning us, by treating us as shit. Right now I loved it, couldn't get enough of it. Wished she would mock me like she did 13.

"I'm going to train him better than I tried to train you. I'm going to control his mind completely. I'm going to make him hate you, to treat you like filth, to spit in your face. You miserable worm! You're a worm, 13! Do you hear me? A worm!"

She shrieked now, and she almost jumped up and down on my cock. Her long hair flew wild, and her arm kept pumping at 13's cock. She wanted him to be as horny as possible, wanted him to feel more disappointed, more resentful, and more miserable, than ever before. And she was using me to do it.

"More!" I moaned in my idiot stupidity. "I need more! This is so good, so-"

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking maggot!" she hollered. "I'll rip out your tongue with my own nails!"

On and on she rode, my cock getting raw and hot. Soon we would catch on fire if I wasn't allowed to come.

"I'm going to take you two with me now, and I'm going to start a new life in Lamplight, and I'm going to be the greatest witch that ever lived, and I won't be needing you a single minute of that time, 13! I'll keep you in the dungeon, keep you alive just because I hate you. I hate you! Let me show you! Just let me show you! Come for me, 31! Come for me!"

***

During all the time I came, for five long minutes, Sprite kept on roaring out her own orgasm, filled it with every hateful emotion available, directed at 13. It was only at the end, just before my cock started calming down, that she seemed to loosen up.

Then, she rode my ejaculating cock with something akin to genuine pleasure. Once she turned back to stare at me, and for a brief moment we shared that look which only lovers partake in.

Eventually I was spent and exhausted, and the moment passed. She released 13's shaft, slipped off my wet, soft slug, and jumped down on the floor.

With a deft movement she tore the two vines off 13's arms. He stood there, rubbing his wrists, staring at her. She bent down and ripped his legs free, as well.

"13," she said. "You are free. Go! You can run away. See the sun again. Have me dragged out of here, shamed, and killed, if you want. Strangle me with your on hands, even. Would you like that?"

The man hesitated for a moment, looking confused. Then he shook his head.

"No?" Sprite snorted. "Then what, slave? What do you want?"

He took a step towards her.

She tensed up. Waited.

There was no danger. 13 went down on his knees and started kissing her hand.

Sprite began laughing like mad. "Oh, I knew it! I knew it! I got one just like her. That's fantastic! Poor 13, you don't know what deep, dark pit you just got yourself landed in. This is just what you deserve, you bitch."

When she finished with the evil overload maniacal monologue, she wiped her eyes clear and became all business. "13, I want you to take the knock-out flower and sedate 31 with it. Now. We're leaving this dump tonight, and we need to pack."

13 bowed and smiled, then went over to a potted plant over by a wall where there once had been a window before someone had decided that sunlight and a view of palm trees was overrated. There he picked a petal off a big, red, lush, almost sensual-looking, flower. He brought this over to me and motioned for me to open my mouth.

I refused.

Due to the fact that I was still tied down and he for some reason seemed very eager, insanely eager, to please Sprite, I was not allowed to refuse for very long. Soon he was choking me with one hand and pushing the petal between my teeth with the other. Then he clamped my jaws shut and held my head in place.

I didn't expect to see any mercy in his eyes after I had shown myself from my altruistic side, but I saw something else as my mind began to disintegrate and everything became dark. I saw anguish.