Lit Stories Online Presents : A Slave to the Servants by : DoctorWolf Chapter 4

Hi, Eto na nga pala yung Chapter 4 sorry medyo natagalan, busy kasi, but I hope you like and pls leave a comment so I can see what you feel about sa story. Tnx…. Enjoy. =).

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I woke up and it was still dark. Master Bane and Master Kein were both stretched out and sound asleep on their backs. As often happens when I woke myself up at night, I had to pee, badly.

I tried to close my eyes but it didn't work. I couldn't sleep like this. Restlessly, I turned and was looking into Master Christof's bright eyes across the bed.

"Bathroom…" I started to say and he held up a hand to stop me.

He got up and motioned me to get up, which I did. Looking back at the bed all the men had momentarily awoken. Once they saw Christof had risen with me four heads dropped back and I heard their snoring.

I walked quickly to the bathroom and Master Christof followed. Once we were inside, I sat down facing the wall.

Master Christof stood and used one of the receptacles next me. I had used the ladies room when other ladies were in there. It was different with a guy right next to you.

Christof cleaned me silently. As we made our way through the kitchen area I pointed hesitantly to a jug on the table. I found my kneeling place and waited. Master Christof let me have a long drink and then took one himself.

"Sit with me?" he asked quietly.

"Of course, Master Christof."

I followed him into the lower level of the room. I admired him as he walked in front of me. He had a runner's body, long and lean. Above the linen shift he wore, he had several scars that sliced across his back. Life was hard for everyone here, I surmised.

I noticed Master Christof kept his hair a little shaggier than the rest of the men, not quite long, not quite short. It would have irritated my mother the way it fell over his eyes on the left side. I smiled sadly thinking about mom.

Master Christof sat down on a long chaise. I looked around for my kneeling pad. Chuckling softly, he pulled me to sit on the furniture with him. Master Christof laid back and pulled me to snuggle up next to him.

We lay silently for a bit. Master Christof just idly traced patterns over my arms. Finally, he spoke.

"You were very brave to speak to another man on my behalf, Ciara," he whispered into my ear, "thank you."

"You're welcome, Master Christof," I replied softly.

"I am sorry," he said quietly, "if I have caused you to fear me…"

I lay quietly and listened to his breathing for a moment before he spoke again.

"I know you are female," he said so quietly I almost didn't hear. "After seeing you at the posts, I realize you are not dangerous. It would be simple to overpower you…"

I agreed, but didn't say anything else. It wasn't clear to me what I should say to him. He was right and I understood why he feared females. Fearing me was admittedly pointless.

Master Christof wasn't like the others. He was afraid of something that had taken and used him. Honestly, I felt a connection to him.

He seemed different than he had been earlier today. He absently rubbed my arms down onto my hips. Master Christof was relaxed and, for some reason, I didn't mind the touching.

It had been a long day and I drifted, half asleep. Slowly, Master Christof shifted so I lay on my back and he was on his side watching me. I didn't stop him as he ran a hand over my chest.

Master Christof's fingers was explorative, tentative. He seemed to be gauging my reactions. I made no sound of protest as the contact became more sexual.

He touched the entirety of both breasts before brushing his fingers over the nipples. I was arching into his hand by the time he reached the puckered tips. The pain from before was gone and his light wispy touching was driving me wild. When his hand strayed lower I spread my legs for him, accepting this as my duty here.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," he whispered in my ear.

His fingers were still over my pubic bone.

The choice surprised and excited me. I did not expect it, even from him. Looking up into his purple gaze I saw desire and uncertainty reflected back at me.

"I don't mind, Master Christof," I said giving the permission he had so generously requested.

He ran his fingers down my outer lips and slowly stroked. He seemed pleased to find wetness in the folds and smiled into my cheek.

"I did not pay as much attention as I should have to your care, Ciara. According to my brothers this should mean I am doing the right things," he said.

"Yes, Master Christof," I sighed as he continued with feathery light strokes.

"You don't need to call me Master when it is just you and I, Ciara," he whispered into my hair.

I froze and looked at him in shock, as if the rules weren't confusing enough. He just grinned back at me.

"If your brother found out I would be strapped back to the post, Christof," I murmured to him as he found the little bundle of nerves at the apex.

My hips started to twitch as he stroked it.

"Then I wouldn't do it when he is around," he said increasing the pressure of his touch.

I raised a hand to my breast and started to stroke the sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down and moved his linen cover out of the way. I brushed his manhood with my fingertips.

The wild look came back into his eyes and I retracted my hand. He sighed and changed his stroke on my clit now circling the tiny bud.

"Touch me, Ciara, if you wish. I know you won't hurt me."

Tentatively, I reached down and ran my fingertips along the length of him. He shuddered under my touch; it was empowering. I took a hold of him and stroked up and down the shaft.

I hadn't had much experience with cock on Earth and this morning had been too rushed. I memorized him with my fingers. I ran my thumb along juncture where the tip met the base. Using the flat of my fingers I learned every ridge and vein. He lay still beside me letting me explore.

Suddenly, Christof's hand left my clit and he sunk his fingers inside of me. In the faint light of the room I could see his teeth had grown.

"Christof," I sighed into his ear, "you can have me, if you want."

Christof hurriedly pulled off his cover and let it fall to the floor. He pulled me so I was underneath him and slowly drove his mighty length into me. Christof sank down over me and groaned.

"It has been so long," he said sounding strained, "and never, never like this. You have no idea how this feels," he finished into my ear.

I wiggled underneath him and ground myself against him. "I've heard it's better if you're moving," I whispered into his neck teasingly.

He pulled back and looked at me. He was smiling, but those teeth made him look ferocious. Christof pulled out and moved back in watching my eyes. I ran my hands over his back and traced the lines I had seen before. He shivered as I touched the marks.

My hips were rising to meet him as he plunged down. As he sped up our bodies made a steady slapping sound. I moaned softly and he covered my mouth with his hand.

"I don't want my brothers to hear us," he whispered against my ear.

I tried to stay quiet but the sensations were rising inside my belly. Every downstroke moved him against my primed body.

I felt him grow larger inside me and his movements sped up. The wild look was back in his eyes now, but it was a good thing. My hips of their own volition were moving restlessly against him. When the sensations exploded I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the cry. A moment later he grunted and writhed over me.

We lay panting for few moments. I felt a little chilled when Christof moved off of me.

"Do you need to bathe?" he asked.

"No, thank you, not every time," I answered smiling at him.

He pulled a blanket from in front of the fire over me. It was warm from where it had been sitting. Christof wrapped himself around my back and pulled my body against his.

"I'm sorry about this afternoon. My brothers would be very upset if they found out what I did," he whispered into my hair. "I hope I did not upset you."

"I won't say anything and I didn't mind," I answered him yawning.

Frankly, I was too tired to be confused by the weird statement. Why would his brothers cared if he masturbated? It didn't make any sense, but I was already drifting off.

His chuckling was the last thing I heard before I fell back to sleep.

I opened my eyes and was staring into bright blue ones. "Good morn, Ciara, why are you sleeping out here with my brother?" Master Evan asked.

Oh God, I should have known he was a morning person. I groaned and heard Christof laugh behind me.

"Our bed is no longer good enough, brother?" he asked Christof as he pulled me to my feet.

"We were both restless last night Evan. I'm sure we won't spend every night out here. The bed is much more comfortable," Christof answered rising and stretching.

Christof disappeared into the bedroom, as I stood waking up with his brothers. Master Evan ran a hand between my legs and found the sticky remains of last night. He showed it to the other three men and they all murmured.

"You need to be cleaned before the morning meal, Ciara," Master Evan said pulling me to the bathroom.

I was unaware exactly what he meant when he said cleaning. A shower and a teeth cleaning is what I had in mind. That happened, but I also received my first enema. Well, the first one I remembered.

Master Evan did make a point to remind me this had already happened once. It was humiliating, but I complied without too much whining. I didn't want to be bound outside again.

Master Evan pulled me to lay over him on a bench I hadn't noticed before in the bathroom as the other men came in doing their morning routine. With my ass in the air on his lap he inserted something into it. I tried to wiggle a little and he ignored me. Warm fluid was slowly poured into me. It felt weird, but not horribly unpleasant. It was the exposed position that had me more bothered than anything.

Master Evan removed the plug he had used to pour the liquid into me and stood me up. Now I felt full and uncomfortable. I had to go.

"The saleswoman said we should let the mixture sit for a little while. I will wash your hair while it does that," he said pulling me into the shower.

"Master Evan," I complained softly, "it's not comfortable. May I please use the pot?"

He towered over me and I lost the urge to go almost instantaneously. "We were told humans would need explanations and constant reminders, but you are unbelievable, Ciara. Go into the shower and I will wash your hair, you do enjoy having it don't you?"

"My hair, Master Evan?" I asked grabbing it and pulling it over my shoulder. "Yes, sir. I really enjoy having my hair," I stroked a handful of it as he approached me.

"We let you keep it because we wanted you to be happy. If you cannot be agreeable we will have it removed," he said turning on the water and starting to soap my hair.

"You don't like hair?" I mumbled as he washed my locks.

They all had hair. I couldn't figure out what they had against my hair.

"We like our slaves with as little hair as possible. Human slaves seem to be happier when they are allowed to keep theirs. We spoke to the other Warriors about it. Leaving you with yours seemed a small price to pay overall," he said rinsing me.

My belly was howling it's need again, but I stood quietly shifting foot to foot. When he was done washing my hair he wrapped it in a cloth a patted the rest of me dry. I was hovering over the pot as soon as he pointed to it.

Remembering my experience with Christof, I faced the wall. It was embarrassing to go with someone watching. I just hummed under my breath and pretended I was alone.

Master Evan soaped and washed me in the shower after I had gone. Once he was done he asked me to lay back across his lap on the little bench. I did as he said, but wondered why. Was he gong to give me another enema?

I felt the oil being rubbed over my pucker and I tried not to flinch. I felt a finger enter me, slowly moving in and out. The stretch got greater and it felt like he was using two fingers. I moaned at the sensations and buried my face against the bench.

Master Evan continued to softly assault me with his hands before slipping something else in my ass. Whatever he used this time was thin like a finger initially and then got wider. I felt stretched to my limit when it narrowed slightly. Master Evan left whatever it was inside of me and stroked my ass with both hands. I felt stretched, but not painful.

"Get up, Ciara," he said.

Standing up I wiggled a little and got used to the thing in my ass. I tried to reach my hand around to touch it, but a sharp look halted me. I would have asked about it, but I stopped myself. I didn't want my question be construed as a complaint, which is how it would have sounded.

After Master Evan washed his hands, he looked pointedly at me and played with my hair. He gave me the answer I needed without saying a word, no questions about the plug.

The strange purple cream was put on my skin and rubbed in. I marveled at the soft feel it left behind once the color faded. It was the best moisturizer I'd ever encountered.

Once Evan was done I followed him silently into the kitchen and found my place, now between him and Christof.

"Did it complain, brother?" Master Damien asked as he ate.

"Questions, brother, forever with the questions, but very little complaining. You are learning, aren't you Ciara?" Master Evan asked me.

"Yes, Master Evan," I replied taking a bite from between his fingers.

The talk at the table was pleasant and I was distracted from feeling the plug up my ass. I was dying to know how long they were going to leave it in. Obviously, my questions were annoying, so I just figured I'd wait and see. I hoped they would take it out eventually.

After breakfast I was dressed in a panel outfit and my earrings like the day before. There was a pad in the bedroom and I was instructed to kneel. I waited while they all got ready. The plug wasn't bothering me necessarily; I just wanted to know how long I was going to have to wear it.

I looked mournfully at Master Damien once he was dressed but didn't say anything. He looked at me like he was waiting for something. The post experience was still forefront in my mind; I didn't want to go back there. Being shaved bald like Master Evan had threatened sounded awful, too. I just sat quietly.

As we walked outside, Master Damien addressed me, "The General will be giving an announcement today. You are to look at him when he is speaking. You may speak to him if he speaks to you. He has no patience for obnoxious slaves. If you treat him with disrespect, you will get much more than time at the posts. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master Damien," I answered him as we made our way downstairs.

The courtyard was a busy place this morning. I kept my eyes on the back of Master Damien's heels and followed him to a spot. I noticed their mark was on the ground where we were standing. He laid my kneeling place over their mark and they all stood behind me. I knelt down and waited. Except for the shuffling of feet it was quiet; no one was talking.

Using my peripherals, I saw other groups standing around their slave. Only about one third of the groups had a slave. Considering the work they put into having one that made sense. The way they determined I needed to be cared for made having me a full time job.

The General's booming voice was hard to miss. He was on a tall platform in the middle of the compound. I looked up dutifully at him while he talked. According to him, women from the blue mountains were taking men from the village. He congratulated my Warriors on finding the last shopkeeper they had stolen.

There was talk that sounded like strategy on how they would patrol. I wished I had watched more military shows with my uncles, I might have understood some of what he was saying.

After the talk nobody moved. The General disappeared off the platform, but no one else got up to speak. I snuck a glance over and saw another slave sitting with her hands in her lap and her head down. I did that.

With nothing else to do I inspected the panels the men had put on me. They were white today and bordered in silver blue thread. The stitching around the edges was intricate and detailed, whoever had done this had put time into it. It really was lovely, see through, but lovely.

"So Damien, you and your brothers have acquired an Earth slave then?" I heard from right in front of me.

The General's boots appeared in my frame of vision and I held my breath. His feet were enormous, the man must be a giant.

"Yes, General we have," responded Master Damien politely.

"Let me see it," he said and I froze.

"Ciara, get up," Master Evan commanded from behind me.

I rose and kept my eyes down. A massive finger lifted my chin until I was looking up at him.

He was a large man with long slightly graying hair and a beard. His face had a nasty series of scars across his cheek. There was no humor in his eyes at all. He appraised me top to bottom.

"Nice to look at, but Earth slaves are hard to train, have you had problems yet?" he asked.

"No, General," Master Damien said.

I bobbed my head in agreement.

"What is it doing now?" the General asked releasing my chin.

"Ciara, what are you doing?" Master Damien asked.

"I'm agreeing with you, Master Damien. On my planet that meant, 'yes'," I stuttered out.

"Interesting, very well then, be sure to keep to the coupling schedule," he said before moving on.

I sank back down to my resting place and thanked my lucky stars he hadn't been in the market for a new slave.

After the General's talk the Warriors stayed in the courtyard to discuss what he had said. I walked when I was told to walk and kneeled when I was told to kneel. The thing was still in my bottom, but it didn't bother. The way it slid between my ass cheeks it felt like it still had oil on it. I would have thought it would have been dry and sticking to me by now.

Several of the other Warriors we talked to had slaves. I heard a couple notice my earrings and ask Damien about them. Surprisingly the other men seemed to take no other notice of the nearly naked woman walking with Master Damien's family. I felt almost invisible.

The rest of the day was relaxed. We took our meal upstairs and the men sat around playing a card game. Finally, I had to ask, despite my better judgement.

"Master Damien?" I asked looking at him.

He put his cards down on the table and looked at me. I had been kneeling next to him.

"Yes, Ciara," he replied raising an eyebrow.

"Sir, how long are you going to leave this thing in my bottom?"

I barely got a chance to finish the question when the room erupted. Everyone was slapping Master Evan on the back.

He got up and pulled me to my feet, dragging me back to the bedroom. My outfit was quickly removed and he pushed me toward the bed. The men filed in watching us, they all seemed to think this was really hilarious. As I watched them, they all start to strip. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

"We're going to take it out now, Ciara," Master Evan said smiling deviously. "Usually we will put it into you in the morning and remove it before we go to the bathhouse in the evening."

I backed away from him and slid along the side of the bed. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this right now. Fear started to coil in my belly as they stalked toward me. I stammered out an apology and it was ignored.

Suddenly Master Kein was behind me and grabbed me around the waist. Squealing, I instinctively struggled to get away. Being much stronger than me, he had not trouble holding me still.

Master Kein had removed his shirt, but was still wearing his pants. His state of undress was typical for the room. Pulling my back flush against his bare chest, he stroked the soft tissue of my breasts, tugging at the tips lightly.

I tried to cover my chest and prevent him from touching them. He just laughed at me. Both my hands were rapidly captured by one of his and pulled behind my back. Master Kein held me with one hand and the other took its time fondling my chest.

The other men watched Master Kein, but didn't move closer to us. Since they had stopped stalking me, I felt less like prey and was able to calm down. Master Kein continued to roll and tweak my nipples. The restraining hand around my wrists loosened and I bravely stroked the long rod still in Master Kein's pants.

I had promised myself to not fight them. If they wanted sex, I would have to submit to them. Those magical fingers teasing and stroking the soft skin of my chest made it easier to want to do just that.

"Naughty slave, I lost the bet when you didn't ask before the morning meal," Master Kein whispered in my ear.

Master Kein pushed me toward Master Bane next. I was thrust toward the wide hairy chest and put my hands up to stop myself from smacking into him. Master Bane took both my wrists in one of his hands and ran the other down my back.

The exploring hand moved expertly to the flesh of my butt. Master Bane took hold of the plug and pulled it lightly. My back arched in an attempt for my body not to feel the stretch of the thing's removal.

Master Bane didn't want to take it out completely. Instead, he slowly fucked me with the strange phallus. I allowed myself to loosen around the thick width of it and he had an easier time moving it in and out.

It was such a strange sensation as he pulled and twisted the plug. It felt kind of like I had to go to the bathroom. In another way, it was deeply sexual. Moaning against Master Bane's chest, he chuckled and told me he had bet I would ask in the courtyard after the talk.

The combined sensations of touching such an intimate place and my soft body rubbing against his coarse hair was stimulating me terribly. By now Master Bane had released my hands and I was pressed firmly to his chest. His palms were separating the bouncy round flesh around the plug as his fingers worked between them.

I still had enough presence of mind to be glad I didn't ask when he thought I would. This would have been awful in the courtyard.

Everyone groped me and told me when they had bet I would ask. I was passed from man to man. They were still in various states of undress. All the attention had the desired effect. I was rapidly starting to want this as badly as they did.

Master Damien was the last to grab me and he pushed me onto the bed with a laugh. Sitting on the butt plug wasn't comfortable and I got to my knees. Master Evan was behind me a moment pushing my knees apart and kneeling between them.

Master Evan pushed with his hand on my upper back until my chest was flush with the mattress.

"I choose here today," Master Evan said pulling my cheeks apart and tapping firmly over the plug.

Nervousness started to set in. I was still anxious about anal sex and I remembered Master Evan wasn't small. He must have sensed my fear because he sought to calm me with long strokes over my low back and butt.

Again the plug was pulled out and then slowly reinserted several times. The widest part got less and less uncomfortable with each pass. I was so embarrassed sprawled on my chest with my ass in the air. I struggled to get in a less exposed position and Master Evan told me to stay.

The plug was gone completely quite suddenly. I felt empty at its loss, but not for long. The oil they used was being dripped over my loosened hole and then Master Evan pressed into me.

Despite having done this the day before, I still expected pain. They were good and getting what they wanted from me, though. Although I thought I was tense, my ass was slack from their manipulation and slippery with the oil. The head of Master Evan's cock pushed into me, quickly followed by the rest of him.

It was different from the plug, fuller and warmer. Thankfully, it was not a painful experience, though. Master Evan stayed still for a long moment cursing liberally.

"Just like our women, Bane," he gasped.

Master Evan's hands stroked over my back and came to grip my plump buttocks, pulling them apart. Small, fast movements in and out was all he did for moment. His big thumbs dug into the sensitive tissue just beside where his cock moved. I looked back to see he was completely focused on what he was doing.

Through the utter humiliation at being watched like this, I realized it was arousing me. The thought of each of them watching me and then taking me was a sexual thrill. I longed for fingers on my clit or lips wrapped around my nipples. A little more stimulation and I'd be orgasming madly. The frustration made my hands grip futilely at the sheets.

No one else touched me as Master Evan started to thrust into me with longer, less controlled thrusts. Embarrassingly, I missed the extra attention. I assumed that must have been part of the bet or perhaps that had been a one time thing. How shameful to realize I had liked it.

Using my hair Master Evan pulled me to my knees so my back was flush with his front. His cock was still buried deeply locking us together. He licked at my sweaty neck and then spoke.

"Tell me, Ciara. Do you prefer when my brothers take part or do you prefer for them to watch?" he panted in my ear.

I wasn't sure what they wanted to hear and I told him that.

"Preference, Ciara, there is no right answer. There is only the truth. Give me the truth now or we will put you back at the posts when we are done," he said into my ear continuing to hold me up and giving my head a shake.

Master Evan's hand had fisted in my hair at the base of my skull as he pulled me farther back, so I arched painfully in front of him.

Perhaps they were mind readers, at this point I didn't know. If I ever had to explain it to myself, that would be the excuse I used. There touches were magical when they worked together; I liked it.

"I like to be touched, Master Evan," I whispered.

I almost hoped they wouldn't hear me.

"We had hoped you would feel that way. Though convincing you would have been enjoyable," Master Damien said coming forward to pinch and pull on my nipples.

Master Evan released me and I went back to leaning on my hands and knees. My face was flushed bright pink in embarrassment. He didn't notice and started to take longer deeper strokes into my body.

The hands were back on my flesh, touching and exploring. I shuddered enjoying all the extra attention.

"It is too bad, Ciara," Master Kein said reaching beneath me and touching the moistness between my legs, "that you only have two areas we can use for this."

"Three, Master Kein," I moaned as Master Evan continued to thrust into me forcefully.

All action suddenly stopped and I looked around.

"What is the third?" Master Christof asked curiously.

"My mouth, Master Christof," I said self consciously. I knew they wouldn't want to use that, it had just slipped out. "On Earth men sometimes use the mouth, sir. You don't have to though. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Master Damien traced my lips with his fingers and nudged them apart. Master Evan had lost interest in the conversation and was back to restlessly moving his hips. I sucked Master Damien's finger between my lips and ran my tongue along it. His eyes looked alight. Through his lips I could see the hint of his fangs, he was tempted.

I have no idea what made me think it was a good idea, but I looked up at him after he removed his finger and said, "I dare you, Master."

Master Damien's eyes got wide and I thought I had made him angry. I cringed, but had nowhere to go, stuck as I was to Master Evan's pole. My body tensed up and Master Evan stopped moving. They were going to hurt me, I was sure of it.

All of the men were excitedly yelling words I couldn't understand. I wanted to stammer out an apology, but my mouth wouldn't work. Master Damien just looked down at me for a moment and then finished unlacing his breeches.

The thick mushroom tip of Master Damien's cock was presented to me and I relaxed. He wasn't angry; he was just taking the dare.

Master Evan must have wanted to watch, because he withdrew from my ass. The men all got as close as they could and watched. Master Damien had a grip on his cock and held it level with my face.

My tongue flicked out and wetly brushed the flared head in front of me. Master Damien looked shocked and took a step back. I looked up into wide, confused eyes.

Master Bane and Master Evan were laughing and yelling now. I couldn't understand most of it, but they did ask Master Damien if I had won. That comment seemed to steel his resolve.

He stepped back toward me and only flinched when I took the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over it like it was a lollipop and Master Damien groaned. Gaining courage, I pushed my mouth down over the length of him.

I couldn't get it all in the first time and withdrew. No one said anything, so I tried again. This time Master Damien pressed forward and I felt him at the back of my throat.

I'd heard other girls talk about gagging when their boyfriends did this. It had never been an issue for me before. I understood completely now as Master Damien passed well into my throat, but I suppressed the reflex to gag. I sucked as I withdrew this time and swirled my tongue along the length of him.

Was I doing a good job? I wondered.

I felt hands on the back of my head. When I reached the tip the hands forced me back on the shaft. The hands didn't give any reprieve and made me to take Master Damien to the root.

I couldn't breath when he did that, so I held my breath. It was like being underwater. The hands pulled back now and I followed them. Breathing through my nose, I expected to be choked on the next stroke, so it didn't surprise me.

Someone was behind me and slid into my ass with ease. I moaned at the stretch and Master Damien made and incomprehensible sound of pleasure.

"Again," he moaned a moment later.

I continued to groan and hum as I moved on the thick shaft. Looking up at Master Damien he was looking down at me. His fangs were enormous and the look on his face surprised me. He was fierce and intense. My teeth brushed his shaft accidentally and he grunted.

"Don't do that again, Ciara," he ordered.

His teeth weren't comforting to look at, so I lowered my eyes. I concentrated on sucking and humming.

"Look at me," he commanded and I did raising my eyes to vicious fanged beast fucking my mouth.

He kept a hand on the back of my head, pulling and pushing for his pleasure. The other hand, in sharp contrast to the appearance of his face, cupped my chin gently. I took reassurance from the hand on my face that he wouldn't hurt me.

Master Damien's hands weren't the only ones stroking me. Being aware of what he liked, I could now pay attention to the fingers strumming my clit and pulling on my nipples. My God, these men were magic when they worked together.

My body moved easily between Master Evan and Master Damien. They had a rhythm set up between them. The push and pull were synchronized so perfectly it seemed they had trained to do this.

Master Evan exploded in my butt with a bruising grip and a long stream of words. He fell to the bed beside me flopping on his back.

"Amazing," he said stroking my thigh with his hand absently.

Master Damien wasn't far behind Master Evan. He nearly choked me with his length and I was gasping for air when he was done. I tasted his seed as he withdrew from my lips. It was a little tangy, but otherwise wasn't objectionable. I was glad for that, because Master Kein was approaching my mouth.

The position I had taken Master Damien's cock in had been difficult. I asked very politely and they allowed me to kneel on my pad on the floor for Master Kein. It was a great deal more comfortable.

The men didn't seem to mind just watching while I gave Master Kein the treatment I had given Master Damien. They did note I was using a different technique and they were right. Master Kein was very long and swallowing him was hard. I had to change my moves up some for him.

Master Kein started out more confident than Master Damien had. He didn't pull away when I licked up his shaft. Unfortunately, his length was an issue. Taking him like I had Master Damien would be a feat indeed.

"Why are you doing that?" Master Kein asked as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke.

I had been sucking and moving my tongue over the end of his erection. My mouth came off with a soft pop as I looked up at him.

"To bring you pleasure, Master Kein. Do you like it?" I asked sliding my hand up and down the base of his member which was slippery with spit.

Master Kein took a while to answer. I masturbated him with my hand while he thought about it. I kept changing my pressure and changing my stroke until I found what Master Kein seemed to like the most. Putting my mouth back over the tip and taking all of him I could into my throat he finally had something to say.

"I find it very enjoyable," he groaned.

Master Kein's hand soon found the back of my head the same way Master Damien had. He liked a quick pace. At one point, he moved too quickly and I wasn't ready. I felt my teeth brush over the head of his cock. He moaned and jerked, ordering me to do it again.

Men are strange, I decided as I allowed my teeth to just graze him occasionally as he slipped into my mouth.

I watched Master Kein as his teeth started to elongate. He was looking down and me, grunting and thrusting into my mouth. My tongue was moving at a frenzied pace and my jaw ached, I prayed he was close.

For his finale Master Kein pushed my hand away and pulled me to take him to the root. I grunted in surprise at finding I could, in fact, take him that deeply. The sound sent him over the edge.

I didn't taste his seed at first, he was buried in my throat. The hot length of him was pulsing against my tongue, though. He pulled back slightly and the final spray coated the inside of my mouth.

Swallowing him down, I continued to look up at him. Master Kein sank to his knees in front of me.

"Ciara," he said panting, "you are a very good sex slave."

"Thank you, Master Kein," I responded smiling lightly.

I didn't really want to be good at this, but I understood it was nice of them to say so. Technically, they owned me. It was not required for them to tell me I was doing a good job or give me any positive feedback.

They moved me back to the bed and I lay down. My thighs splayed open waiting for the next of them. Neither Master Bane nor Christof had gone yet.

"What are you doing, Ciara?" Master Bane asked sitting down between my legs.

"I'm waiting for you to have sex with me, Master Bane," I answered confused.

My mistake hit me and I apologized as I tried to get in the position they liked. My old boyfriend had always had me on my back. Last night Christof and I had sex while I lay on my back, it was just habit. Several sets of hands stopped me from flipping over, though.

"The mouth is not dangerous," Master Damien said and the rest agreed.

They sat and watched me for a moment as though coming to some sort of decision.

"I want to do it like this," Master Bane said.

"Good," Master Kein laughed, "for a moment I thought you feared it."

"Bah, little brother," Master Bane huffed at Master Kein and then said what sounded like a long curse.

Master Bane crawled over me and I shivered as his coarse chest hair tickled my stomach and then my nipples. He lowered himself down over me and I lay very still. Automatically, I turned my head so I was watching the wall. I didn't want them to misconstrue any motion on my part as being aggressive. Obviously they were uncomfortable facing me for sex.

"Look at me," Master Bane commanded.

I turned my eyes to him and tried to look as non threatening as possible. Since I was in no way an actual threat to him, it was easy. I left my hands at my sides and tried to look submissive.

"It needs to be prepared again. It has not found it's pleasure, yet. We have to train it better than this," Master Bane said dipping his head and sucking on a nipple.

Master Bane shifted so he wasn't laying directly over me and I felt Master Kein's soft mouth descend over my other teat. Someone's hands were stroking my hips and thighs, forcing them wider apart. The reason for being opened was apparent when I felt hot breath on my cunt.

Within minutes I was beside myself and begging for release. When Master Bane settled himself over me and aimed his length all the sexual tension crested. I shattered around his shaft and ground my hips against him.

Distantly I heard Master Bane praising me for releasing.

My mind swam with pleasure and I stroked Master Bane's back and shoulders, scoring him lightly with my nails. With each press of his flesh against mine I shuddered and clenched around him. I found myself kissing his neck and face, which he didn't seem to mind. In fact, Master Bane seemed to love all the attention.

He had waited a long time for me. It didn't take him long before his movement sped up and his teeth were grown and sharp. When he finished Master Bane fell down over me. I felt his panting breath on my neck as he crushed me to the bed.

"Master Bane," I grunted from beneath him.

I couldn't breath with his weight over me. I saw Christof reach over and bodily move his brother off with a laugh.

Suddenly and inexplicably embarrassed by my actions I rolled over on the bed and lay on my stomach. I wondered to myself what kind of a whore a woman has to be to enjoy being ravaged by this many men at a time. It was ridiculous.

The men in question had my attention before I could give it too much thought. They were encouraging Christof to have a go. I turned my head to watch him. Christof touched down over my back and buttocks smiling sadly.

"Perhaps later, Ciara," he said gently pulling me to my feet.

"Christof, why not now?" Master Evan asked clasping his brother on the shoulder.

"I choose to wait. You saw evidence. I took my time last night. I will do so again," Christof said shaking off Master Evan's hand and leading me toward the bathroom.

"I wish to go down to the bathhouse," Master Bane called behind us.

"I will hurry brothers. We cannot take it down like this. It is a mess," he answered leading me into the showers.

I didn't understand Christof's refusal. It made even less sense as we stood in the shower. Christof disrobed to wash me and his staff was erect and ready. He was certainly sexually excited. There was no way to tell why he didn't want to have sex with me.

Christof washed me quickly. I was rinsed and the cream applied to several over exuberant marks. My hair was brushed and they pulled me out the door. My coverings were deemed unnecessary, since we would all be naked and in the pool. They didn't seem to see the need for coverings either and walked around me nude.

The men were all in remarkably high spirits, so I thought one question wouldn't get me in that much trouble. Although I had made the choice to make the best of this; they had chosen not to beat me into submission. I wanted to know why they didn't just do that.

"Master Damien, may I ask a question?" I asked hesitantly.

He turned and I narrowly avoided running into his chest. We had stopped just before entering the bathhouse.

"Brothers, may Ciara ask a question? It seems the human enjoys its questions," he put to the group.

A murmur of discussion went through them. If questions made me happy, they would tolerate them, the men finally decided. I had been a good slave today, I had earned a question was the consensus. Master Damien raised an eyebrow at me and waited.

"There are slaves on earth and they treat them terribly. I know you could hurt me if you wanted. Why don't you hit your slaves?" I asked rambling, part of me was scared what the answer might be.

Master Damien let the little group file into the bath house and walked with me into a shallow part of the pool. He handed me soap and a silky rag, so I started to wash him.

"We did beat slaves, in the beginning. They never asked questions and they always did what we said. They just didn't live very long."

"We are very competitive, as you've noticed. We started to try to keep our slaves alive. It became an honor, to see who had the oldest slave," he said and then continued with a warning. "Don't confuse not wanting to hurt you with a lack of discipline. If you continue to need reminders about how to behave, they will only get harsher."

Promising to be good, I decided to keep going with my luck, so I asked him, "Another question, Master Damien?"

He sighed but seemed to be enjoying the soapy massage, "One more, Ciara, you were a very good slave today."

"Why do you feed me and bathe me. I can do those things myself. I CAN take care of myself," I said a little indignantly.

"You told another slave you were free and the slavers took you, isn't that correct?" he asked.

I moved the rag between his toes as I answered, "Yes, Master Damien, I walked into a strange light and woke up at the auction."

"Were you able to fend for yourself, you would not have been kidnapped and sold. We care for you, because you are ours and it is our responsibility. Your illness would be seen as weakness on our part, that cannot happen," he said.

I continued to wash him, but didn't argue. It was good he had answered some questions.

Other Warriors came and talked to him as I worked. Several commented I seemed more obedient today. Master Damien thanked them for their help in that matter. I was cringing while they talked, I recognized their voices from the platform. As I worked, I did not look up and kept at least one hand on Master Damien at all times.

Once I was done bathing him, Master Damien sent me across the pool to go sit with Master Evan. It was strange to be told to go somewhere and not told to follow. I would have preferred if he went with me, there were Warriors everywhere.

I walked across the cool stone with my head down to the spot Master Evan had been lounging in. Abruptly, my way was cut off by several masculine sets of legs. I tried to back up and there were men behind me.

"Where are you going, slave?" a deep voice questioned me.

Praying for my owners, I stayed silent and looked at the floor. There was nothing I could do, except wait for the torture. It would come no matter what I did. Tears started to form in my eyes, I was terrified.

Master Bane's voice broke the silence and I breathed again. "Did it speak?" he asked.

"No, Bane," the first voice laughed, "nor did it look at us. For an Earth slave, it learns quickly. We lost this bet, my friend."

They had tried to trick me into speaking or looking as part of a stupid wager. I was angry and couldn't keep the fire out of my eyes when I looked up at Master Bane. He laughed at me and got right up in my face.

"Are you angry, Ciara? Don't lie to me," he commanded looking very pleased with himself.

Smug bastard, I just stared at him. There wasn't a word bad enough in my new language to call him.

"Fine, slave, it's time to get wet then," he said in a growling voice as he picked me up and threw me into deep water.

I twisted so I didn't take the water flat on my back and slid my feet in first. Underwater was quiet, so I looked around and saw where Master Evan should be. Turning underwater I swam in that direction.

I was trying to reign in my indignation deep beneath the surface when a hand reached out and grabbed my leg. I kicked out and was pulled roughly to the surface. I was confused and afraid of looking at the wrong man. My head was pulled up and I was relieved to see Master Damien in front of me.

My owners were surrounding me looking concerned, including Master Bane, who had completely lost that self satisfied look. Christof released my leg and Master Damien grabbed me looking hurriedly at my face.

"Humans are like us and cannot breath water, Ciara. What were you doing down there?" Master Damien asked harshly.

"I was swimming to Master Evan. You told me to go to him, Master Damien," I said blinking water out of my eyes.

The five of them let out a collective sigh of relief and pulled me into shallow water.

"I like to swim Masters, I used to dive all the time at home. I can hold my breath a really long time," I said as they dragged me back to the shallows.

Master Damien looked amused and Master Bane laughed. I got indignant. "I bet I can hold my breath under water longer than you can, Masters!" I said proudly.

Master Bane's eyes lit up, "To a contest then!"

The rules were simple, whoever broke the surface first lost. Master Bane went first and I easily bested him. Not wanting to show off all my skills I rose before I needed to. Except for Master Kein I could stay under water longer than any of them. It was fun, although losing to Master Kein hurt. Master Bane promised a swimming contest when the pool wasn't so full of other people.

"We will tell the Keepers you may go in the water, Ciara, we have no fear you will drown," said Master Damien.

Noticing the question on my face, he spoke again.

"When we go to patrol we will leave you with the Keepers. They often take you to the sea. They are not Warriors, they watch our slaves when we are otherwise engaged. You may speak to them and look at them. They will clean and feed you when it is needed," he finished.

"Why can't you just leave me at home when you go on patrol?" I mumbled to no one in particular.

Master Damien started to reach for me with an irritated look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I understand, no more questions," I stuttered backing away from him.

The threat was in his eyes, I had pissed him off. "Come here, slave," he said bluntly.

Gulping down my fear I moved to stand in front of him. All the men were lounging on steps in the water. They watched me with interest, I must be better than having a TV. Master Damien looked calmly up at me while I trembled.

"Do not ever move away from me when I reach for you, do you understand?" he told me.

I was learning that whenever he asked me if I understood that was something that would get me in trouble if I did it again.

"Yes, Master Damien, it won't happen again," I answered watching him warily.

"Good, have a seat next to me," he commanded.

I sat and the men talked. They moved around, but I stayed in my spot. I hadn't noticed them move away slightly, it was a heated conversation about the campaign that had drawn them in.

Water splashed up as new male bodies joined me on either side. I wanted to scream, but I didn't want to be talking to other men. I just sat quietly as the new men ran their hands over my body. They twisted my nipples hard and I didn't make a sound. One man bent my fingers back until they feared they would break, but I didn't even whimper. They pinched between my legs and drove their fingers deep inside of me. I fought hard not to cry out.

The treatment was ten times worse than the posts, but I stayed silent. Another male body was standing in front of me, blocking my line of sight to my owners. Tears streaked down my face as I watched the hands torture me in the water.

I heard the angry shouts when my Warriors noticed me. Damien was talking in a cold voice to the men, but I was too scared to understand him. The whole area had gone quiet watching us. The man was speaking harshly back to Master Damien. The aggressive conversation was the only speaking going on at the pool, everyone else was silent.

Suddenly, one of the offending men had me by the throat pulling me out of the water. I felt his fingers digging into my neck above the metal collar. My air was cut off and I tried not to panic. Both my feet dangled over the pool.

"If you cannot protect it, you shouldn't have it," he taunted Master Damien squeezing my throat tighter.

My vision started to blur around the edges. I clawed at his hand, but he wouldn't release me. The way I was being held I saw most of the pool. All the Warriors looked pissed. Many of those surrounding us were shouting at the man holding me angrily. I started to fade out listening to them.

The General's booming voice cut through the haze that was starting to invade my mind. My new captor heard it and dropped me. I never hit water or the side of the pool. Master Bane had moved from the beside us and caught me. I took a much needed breath and felt my pounding head start to clear. I pressed my face into Master Bane's hairy chest and gulped down mouthfuls of air.

No one at the pool was talking and I looked up to see why. The General was having a staring contest with the Warrior that had been holding me.

"You touched another Warrior's slave without permission. Am I to understand you did this because you do not believe Damien and his brothers can protect what is theirs?" he asked the other man.

"I do not believe they can protect anyone. They should no longer be called Warriors. The shopkeepers go to meet the women and a Warrior refuses to go? It is an embarrassment to all of us. No Warrior lives in fear, they are not Warriors," he stated authoritatively.

"You are presumptuous Andre, remember your place," the General said.

He turned to look at us and I dropped my eyes down. I winced when I moved my head, my neck was really sore.

"Give me the slave," I heard him say and my heart dropped.

Master Bane stepped us out of the water and set me on my feet. 'Might as well get it over with', I thought to myself and took four confident strides up to the colossal man in front of me.

The General examined my neck and passed his hands over my breasts. My light skin had already started to blacken where they had abused me. I saw a thin line of blood dribbling down the inside of my thigh. The General saw it, too and made an irritated sound.

In what I considered a shocking move he put an arm around me as he addressed Master Damien. "Andre is yours to deal with as you see fit. No Warrior will ever touch another's slave without their permission."

The Warriors let out a deafening yell. I took a chance to glance quickly at Andre and I thought he might have paled just a little. Not wanting to get caught I looked back at the ground and had to stifle a smile. Asshole deserved it.

The General had his finger under my chin and caught the smile. "Follow me, slave," he commanded turning on his heel.

I glanced back hesitantly at Master Damien, but followed the General obediently.

My heart was pounding in my chest as be passed through the courtyard and up a wide set of steps. We entered into an opulent living area with a large fire burning. Four mammoth graying men sat around the fire and glanced up when we came in.

"What was the commotion, brother?" one of them asked glancing at me.

I looked curiously at him and then cursed myself. Master Damien would be so angry if he knew I had looked at these other men.

The General spoke when he saw me look down. "My brothers are safe to look at and speak to, slave. We are Master of everything in this compound," he said leaving the room.

When he returned he told the other men what had happened in the bathhouse. They chuckled and said it was about time. Apparently Andre had been trying to pick a fight with Master Damien for ages.

"Perhaps this will encourage the Administrators to finally take care of this," one man said. "They cause trouble in the compound. The other men are agitated. This cannot be left to continue."

Nobody seemed to notice me standing and dripping on their floor. For safety's sake I continued to examine the tile under my feet.

"Hersham," the General addressed one of the men in the room, "you know the human slave's needs. You were always attentive to those lessons, take care of this before Damien comes."

I jumped when one of the men wrapped me in a soft cloth and led me into the sitting room. In front of the fire, he dried me completely with soft pats. The other men made a sound of disapproval when he dried the blood from inside my thighs. The General watched his brother impassively from the side.

The large man that had me sitting on his lap must be Hersham. He had a small tub of cream like the one my Masters used. He covered my neck in the stuff, rubbing it in to the sore spots until they didn't hurt.

I was bruised everywhere and sought not to flinch as this man touched me. Equal attention was paid to each breast and each bruise. Using a hand he opened my legs and put the cream everywhere 'down there' including inside me. By the end of his treatment, I was blushing profusely.

"I wonder how Andre is faring?" one of them asked. "An enraged Damien is a sight to see, much like you as a young Warrior," he said nodding to the General.

"Perhaps we should go take a look," the General said rising from his chair and moving to the other side of the room. He opened up a curtain and let out a chuckle.

"Ah, would you like to see your Warriors in action, slave?" he asked me.

I nodded my head and felt drawn to the window. Peering out from around the General's shoulder, it took a minute for the scene to register.

Master Damien was below in a yard I'd never seen before. He was beating what looked like a purple and red pulp into the ground. When I realized all the red was blood I lurched back from the window. The man named Andre was unrecognizable. I swore to myself never to make Master Damien angry again.

All the men were at the window now, commenting on the end of the fight.

"Brother, unless you want Andre dead, you should stop this," one of them said seriously.

I backed into the sitting room as the General called down into the courtyard. I found a kneeling place and sank into it gratefully. My stomach wasn't weak, but I did feel queasy. I wasn't used to seeing quite that much violence.

One of the men noticed me and came back with a small jug. He tilted it to my lips and told me to take a drink. I recognized the root drink and was glad for it's relaxing effect. As a took a second larger gulp, I felt it completely wash over me. I wondered absently when I would go home and if my Warriors would be angry with me.

The General and his brothers sat and talked around the fire. It was starting to get late and I was sleepy, especially so thanks to the root drink. I found myself less kneeling and more sitting, leaning on the General. He didn't seem in the least perturbed by my position. He lightly stroked my hair and my back.

"This earth slave is definitely sensitive to the drink. I will have to let Damien know," he said laughing. It was a strange sound out of such a stern man.

I tried to lift my head when I heard a light rapping at the door, but couldn't quite manage. I was stunned to find Master Damien's face in mine a moment later. He and the General spoke before Master Damien lifted me up and handed me to Master Evan.

It felt like I was floating across the courtyard. I played with a strand of Master Evan's long hair before he snatched it away. The next thing I knew I was in bed. Christof lay behind me and was soothingly stroking my back. Master Damien's angry countenance was in front of me. It was really confusing.

"I'm sorry, Master Damien," I tried to say to him, but he just looked at me quizzically.

"Ciara, what language are you speaking?" he asked me.

I shrugged and tried to answer him. His half amused, half angry face was the last thing I saw that night.

"Ciara!" I heard someone shout and I opened my eyes to peer at him. For a moment I didn't recognize who it was and thought I was dreaming.

"Who are you?" I managed to get out between dry lips.

The blue eyed man looked stunned and left the room without another word. It took a minute for everything to come back to me. By the time it did Master Damien was stalking in looking very concerned. I shuffled out of the bed and fell to my knees at the edge of it. About that time the nausea hit and I stumbled out running for the bathroom. I barely made it.

"Call the healer," I heard Master Damien say from the main room.

The floor of the bathroom was cool, so it was a good place to lie. Master Kein picked me up off of it and the nausea hit again. He was nice enough to hold my hair back this time.

I must have smelled something awful because they turned on the shower and washed me. The Healers came in and saw me in the bathroom. They looked me over and gave Master Damien a whole bag of things. I threw up again just thinking about what might be in the bag.

The men fed me bits of things from the bag intermittently. It tasted like dried bits of root, but whatever it was settled my stomach. Twice, I tried to sleep on the cool floor in the bathroom, but they wouldn't let me.

A basin was set beside the bed and I was told to lay on the bed. Small sips of cool liquid were poured into my mouth all day. I accepted their ministrations and tried not to whine. They seemed to be doing what the healer had told them to do, but caring for an invalid was not what they usually did.

This wasn't how I expected to be treated. It gave credence to their words that my health was important to them. I was struck with how resolutely they stuck to their ideals.

Master Bane was sitting with me, watching me rest. He looked bored beyond belief. My stomach was finally still and I was awake. I wanted to get up, but Master Damien had said no. Now he came to sit on the bed beside me and feed me more of the stuff from the bag. It was gross, but I took it willingly.

"Ciara, we forbid you to have root drink. Do you understand me?" he asked sternly.

"Yes, Master Damien, but what if it's the General or his brothers offering?" I asked him.

He sighed, "Must you always ask questions? The answer is the same. We forbade you to have it. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master Damien. May I get out of bed now? I feel much better," I said hoping I could do something. I was starting to get stir crazy.

"Supposed to be a good chuke game starting in the arena," Master Bane said absently.

Master Damien looked at me like he didn't quite trust me. "I will not have the dishonor of a sick slave hanging over us," he said.

By the look on his face he really wanted to go to the game. I swore I was well and promised I would call him if I started to feel ill. My commentary did not faze him. Master Evan said they could set me close to the game and check on me frequently. Finally, Master Damien allowed us to go. I was placed into my flowing gauzy fabric and followed them out the door to the field.

"You are not to get up and cheer for us," Master Damien commanded after they set up the area I would stay in. "You will kneel or sit and you may clap your hands together."

"Yes, Master Damien," I answered as I took my place.

When the other girls got there they were dying to know what happened after we left the bathing hall last night, but we couldn't talk quite as freely this time. The place Master Damien had put us was a lot closer to the field. Warriors kept coming into our area to lounge with their slaves.

I cringed when a male hand ran down my arm. "Warmer than you Fuji," the man commented.

I started to tremble fearing it was going to be another experience like the bath house. Screaming like a baby would probably be unacceptable, so I sat quietly and waited.

It wasn't apparent I had been holding my breath until I let it out. Master Evan had come in and sprawled out beside me. He looked up into my face and noticed the tears. Before I could do anything else he had scooped me up and was walking toward Master Damien. I saw the rest of my owners coming toward us.

"Is it ill, Evan?" Master Damien asked under his breath looking down at me.

Before I could answer Master Evan quietly told him I had been making tears again. I was surprised they remembered the word.

"I'm sorry, Master Damien," I whispered to him, "another man touched me and it scared me. I don't like it when other men touch me. Please, make him stop, Masters."

Looking at the tent, Master Damien sighed and spoke. "That other man will be one of your Keepers when we are called out. We will return the favor by keeping their slave when they are unavailable. He will not harm you and he is permitted to touch you…when he keeps you."

"Now he just seems to be trying to rile Damien," Master Bane smirked.

"You did take a point from him, brother," Master Kein said referring to the game and evidently finding humor in the situation.

"And this gives him a right to touch what is ours?" Master Damien asked stroking the tears from my cheek.

The other men's faces darkened at the thought and I knew they agreed with Master Damien.

"Evan talk to Stayne and remind him of the rules. Tell him he will not like my reminder," Master Damien ordered.

Master Evan sat my feet on the ground and I followed him back to the tent. He told the other man not to touch what wasn't his. The other man, Stayne, acted mock surprised. The two of them joked for several minutes about what Master Damien would do if he kept it up. Stayne did relent fairly quickly which made me think everyone must have a healthy respect for Master Damien.

The rest of the game was uneventful. I think my owners won, but I couldn't be sure. Being closer to the action didn't help me understand it any better.

After the game we walked back into the bath house. I was wondering why they even bothered having a shower in their quarters, so I asked them.

"More questions, Ciara?" Master Bane laughed at me.

"Convenience," Master Damien answered, "they are a nicety and a sign of our stature, but we prefer the bath house."

I washed Master Damien as usual. Once he was done, Master Kein slid in front of me on the bench along the wall. We sat in a shallow part of the pool. Almost everyone was in the deeper water, so it almost felt like we were alone.

I ran the cloth over Master Kein's body and noticed there were a lot fewer scars. His shading was also different. Where Master Damien had thin barely visible stripes of gold and golden brown, Master Kein's stripes were thicker and darker.

"You don't have as many scars as your brother, Master Kein," I commented.

"Perhaps I am a better fighter," he said teasingly pulling me to sit and straddle his lap.

I continued to bathe him and ended up wrapping my legs around his waist. His length started to harden between us. I tried to continue the conversation to distract him.

"You are a better fighter than Master Damien, Master Kein?" I asked.

I had seen first hand what Master Damien could do, I never wanted to see it again.

He laughed outright at me and ran his hands boldly over my body. "I am someone that sits quietly and attacks with stealth, Ciara. My brothers each have a skill, that is mine. Damien is much better at hand to hand combat than I am."

"Your coloring is different, Master Kein," I said running a finger along his chest over a particularly dark line.

"Better for camouflage, Ciara," he answered watching as I traced the marks.

"You hunt things, Master?" I asked touching down his arm.

The muscles slid under my fingers and I was reminded how strong he probably was, how strong they all were.

"So curious," he murmured, "about everything. Yes, I hunt things, Ciara."

"What kind of things do you hunt, Master Kein?"

His golden brown eyes appraised me as I rubbed the cloth over his neck and shoulders.

"Other men when they are lost or when they have attacked the village. Sometimes I hunt game to eat for dinner," he said pulling me tight against him.

Master Kein was getting excited as I sat on his lap. His cock was pressed between the folds of my sex. The gentle currents in the pool had me shifting up and down, sliding along his length. In an attempt to stop the inevitable, I tried to disentangle my legs from around him.

Master Kein clucked his tongue and me and placed a hand on each thigh. "I am comfortable, Ciara. Keep your legs wrapped around me," he commanded, "I wish to explore you."

He started with my mouth. Hesitantly, he traced my lips with his fingers. Considering what he had already put in my mouth his shyness was unnecessary and I told him that.

"Always so brazen," he mused slipping a finger between my lips.

I laved the flesh like it was his cock even touching my teeth to the tip. I gave each finger the same treatment. His breathing hissed in and out watching me.

Master Kein's hands examined every piece of me he could reach. His touch was meticulous and thorough. He spent many minutes touching the weight of my breasts in the water. Combined with the sensation of his shaft rubbing up and down between my lower lips, I felt like I was on fire. My hands wound in the hair at the back of his neck, underwater my hips had started to shift restlessly against him.

"May I kiss you, Master Kein?" I asked him hesitantly.

He thought for a moment and told me I could. I started with his neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin under his ear.

"You are tasting me, as Evan has, although never with this reaction," he moaned.

"It is a kiss, not a taste, Master," I whispered in his ear and softly nipped at the lobe.

Eventually, I made it to his mouth. I kissed his lips softly and he copied my motions. It was a slow process, but I taught him how to kiss me. He was an avid learner and I enjoyed practicing with him.

When a second warm male body press against my back I arched and moaned. Master Bane's chest hair tickled my back as he pushed his hands down my arms.

"Brother," he addressed Master Kein, "take it to the sitting area."

I was moved and picked up out of the water. The lust that had clouded my vision for the last several minutes faded. I realized how close I had come to begging Master Kein to have sex with me in the middle of the pool. Wrapping my arms around him I buried my face in his chest. I was really embarrassed.

"You can release me now, Ciara," Master Kein laughed.

I let go of his neck and he lay me down on soft pillows. I sat up and looked around. We were inside the little alcove where they laid their clothes in the bathhouse. Master Damien, Master Evan, and Christof were already there lounging.

Master Bane followed Master Kein and I inside. Master Bane looked like the cat that ate the canary.

"So, brothers, have they asked you already? I have been offered enough for two slaves," he said grinning.

A roar went up in the tiny room. The men were slapping each other on the back and laughing. I was confused and looked at Master Damien, who was looking pointedly at me.

"We did not pay your asking price, Ciara," he said.

It's one thing to feel like you aren't worth anything, it's another thing to be told it. I dropped my head.

"We bid a great deal more, luckily. That display you and my brother just put on in the pool has reignited the bidding. We have been offered an enormous fund to sell you," he finished.

"Are you going to-" I stopped myself from finishing the question.

They had said they wouldn't, I prayed they wouldn't. The panic had to written all over my face.

Master Evan's eyes were mischievous again. "It would pay us back for all the money to the healer, brother," he said.

I couldn't stop myself. My hand, of it's own accord, reached out and swatted his thigh lightly. Realizing my mistake I tried to pull it back, but Master Evan had it. He used it to drag me onto his lap.

I struggled with him and ended up laying down, pinned between him and the wall. My heart was hammering in my ears when I looked into his blazing blue eyes. My stomach turned and I swallowed the vomit back down.

"If I wasn't afraid of you getting ill again I would take you back to the posts, slave," Master Evan said menacingly.

"Forgive it, brother," Christof said.

Master Evan's eyes softened and he released me, allowing me to sit up.

"I'm sorry, Master Evan, that was foolish of me. Thank you, Master Christof," I said.

My stomach had revolted during the wrestling match and I didn't feel so good. I wouldn't have done well at the posts. I continued to look at the ground and tried to breath through the nausea.

"You will not strike us, Ciara," Master Damien said. "Tell me you understand this."

"Yes, Masters, I apologize. I will not strike you," I said watching the floor and holding my quivering stomach.

A bit of the root from the bag was at my lips a moment later. I took it gratefully from Master Evan's fingers. He stroked my back as my stomach settled.

"It's a good thing I interrupted you, Kein. Imagine what would have happened if you had jostled it too much in the pool," Master Bane laughed.

"No one is to use Ciara this night," Master Damien said looking me over. "It will rest, so it is well tomorrow."

I was grateful to Master Damien, throwing up in the middle of sex seemed disgusting.

The next day was weird. I was woken, cleaned, fed, and dressed. Much to my dismay the little addition was once again put in my bottom.

The men all dressed in tough looking outfits with their crests prominently displayed. They strapped themselves with a terrifying variety of weapons. I kneeled on my little pad in the bedroom and watched with wide eyes. It looked like they were going to war.

After they were done getting ready they walked with me outside to the walkway. A pad was floating in mid air, resting next to the walkway by our door. A man stood on the floating pad behind what must have been a small control panel. He greeted my companions.

Master Damien instructed me to follow him. The railing at the edge of the walkway swung out to allow us to get onto the pad. Being afraid of heights I made a scene about stepping onto it. Master Evan unceremoniously slung me over his shoulder. I took my first ride upside down and screaming with my eyes shut tight.

As the pad lowered to the ground I felt the movement and howled. It felt like my stomach was being left behind. When I opened my eyes and saw the ground I bolted off Master Evan's shoulder and jumped down backing away from the awful contraption. Wind was billowing up from beneath the platform, I figured that must be what kept it up.

My five Warriors stepped off the pad and came toward me, I just kept backing up. Master Damien's eyes were searing into me, he was really mad. I stopped when I backed into a wall. Master Damien stood beside me and knocked several times on the wall. He didn't say a word to me. He just glared.

The wall opened and a skinny guy with dark hair greeted him.

"Go in," Master Damien commanded.

I was still shaking from head to toe, but complied and slid into the doorway.

Master Damien followed me in and turned me to face him, "These are the Keepers, you will address them as such. They will feed and clean you while we are gone. You will obey them. If you cannot obey them, they will tell my brothers and I."

He turned to leave and then spoke to me one more time. "Your behavior on the travel pad is unacceptable, never act like that again," he said before stepping out the wall.

I turned and looked around. The skinny man turned and left me. I was in a small courtyard surrounded by several large open doorways. Flowering plants lined the walls along with flags of bright pillowing fabric. I followed the skinny man through one of the doorways.

Fuji was in my face a minute later, pulling me along with her. She took us to a group of females already there. We all sat on pillows arranged in a circle. Actually, thanks to the thing in my butt, I knelt down, sitting wasn't comfortable.

I recognized the voices of the women from the chuke games. Rose and Tamia were both there.

Rose had beautiful brown hair that cascaded in curls down her back. She was small woman with perfect pink tipped breasts and a tiny waist. She was dressed in bright flowing red fabric that sort of covered her. The thick strips of fabric all hung from her collar to her knees, when she moved they shifted around. She laughed when she saw me watching her.

"I know, I know it's really pointless for them to put this on me every day, but my Masters like it. They just enjoy seeing me surrounded in their colors, they couldn't care less if I'm covered."

Tamia laughed a high pitched giggle. She only had one eye, which was a little strange. She was dressed in panels similar to me. She said her owners originally just painted her in their colors. It didn't really bother her either way, no one wore clothes on the planet she was from.

Fuji found the entire subject of clothing abhorrent for some reason. She loved the shiny chains her Masters wound around her every day, she said they accentuated her natural glow. The swaths of color over her shoulders were something her Masters wanted. She despised the idea of fabric on her skin.

All in all, the girls were really friendly. It was lucky I liked them, the slaves I hung out with was determined by who my Warriors were friendly with. It made sense, I'd really only see people my owners took me to see.

Fuji noticed me kneeling and laughed telling me I could just sit at the Keepers. My cheeks blushed crimson as I tried to think of a way not to say why I didn't want to sit. Rose just patted my arm and answered for me.

"Her owners are preparing her. It's not comfortable to sit on at first," she said to the group. "You get used to it," she said more quietly to me. "Eventually, when they think you don't need it, they may stop using it altogether."

Rose and I sat talking and the other girls went to talk to a friend on the other side of the room. For a moment, it was just Rose and I. I took the chance to ask her about the chances of getting away from here. She shushed me quickly.

"There is no escape from this place," she whispered, "and they will punish you harshly if you even think about it. Learn to be happy here and do what you have to in order to survive," she advised.

I took her advice. From what I'd seen she was correct. If surviving meant staying put, that's what I would do.

The Keepers didn't really care what we did, but there was plenty to occupy me. Frankly, it looked like a kindergarden class. I looked across the room and squealed when I saw what looked like a small set of drums.

The rest of the girls followed me over to inspect them. They were different from home and definitely meant to be played with the hands. The tops of the drums were shaped like three small bongos. I tapped on them experimentally until I had a good rhythm going.

Playing these little drums was complicated, but I loved music. The only part of high school I liked was band class. The pitch each drum made was different and that took some getting used to. I got engrossed in what I was doing. I looked up to see Fuji swiveling her hips to the beat. I spent the rest of the morning tapping out different beats on the drums while the girls danced.

A bell rang suddenly and everything stopped. Fuji started to run out. She turned around abruptly grabbing my hand and pulling me with her.

"Where are we going?" I asked her trying to keep up.

"Our Masters are coming to feed us, they don't like to wait," she said.

I noticed my owner's mark on the floor in the room she took us into. A kneeling place was set up in front of it. A chair and a small table were in front of me. I followed Fuji's lead and kneeled down waiting, no one was talking.

I heard the tamping of feet as the men started to come in. A set stopped in front of me, but I kept my head down.

"Hello, Ciara," I heard Christof say as he brushed my cheek. I looked up at him and smiled.

Christof was dirty, it looked like he had had a rough morning. His hands were clean, though. He fed me from a bowl until I thought I would burst. I never refused what he gave me, I just chewed really slowly. Unlike my other owners he stopped feeding me and didn't fuss at me.

Leaning down he laughed quietly in my ear. "Follow me," he said.

I followed his heels out into the courtyard and out the door in the wall.

"We're outside the Keeper's compound, Ciara. You can look around if you'd like to, none of the other Warriors come out here," he said.

"Are we allowed to be out here, Christof?" I asked curiously.

We walked into what I would have considered a forest at home, along a little path. The plants were all different and I looked at them fascinated.

"Yes, I can take you out here. Most Warriors just come and feed their slave a mid day meal. I thought you might be curious to see outside the compound," he said watching me with interest.

"Yes, I'd love to see this," I said inspecting a bright yellow leaf growing from the ground.

"I am curious, also," he told me.

I asked simple questions at first, the names of plants and about things around us. He didn't seem to mind telling me, so I got bolder and asked about the planet.

"I don't know the whole planet, Ciara," he laughed. "The Administrators placed me in this village as a child and I have never lived another place."

"Where was the slave auction? Is it on this world?" I asked hesitantly. "Do you know how I got there?"

"My brothers and I took a transport to the edge of the mountains. There is a place there our leaders allow the portals. We took the one that leads to the slave auction. It is in center space on a small neutral planet. We were told the portals can make a human sick if they are awake, so my brothers made sure you slept," he told me.

He mused a bit on the second part of the question. "I have heard it is difficult to operate a portal on your home planet. They are often destroyed by Earth's natural defense. The slavers must have found a place the defense wasn't strong to take you."

Christof sat for a moment and watched me looking around.

"I feel as though we should not have taken you," he stated bluntly. "You should not have been made to be a slave."

All my resolve about just making the best of this broke and I threw my arms around his neck crying.

"Please, take me back. I don't want to be a slave. I want to be free," I cried brokenly.

Christof seemed stunned by the sudden contact and almost pushed me away. After a moment he wrapped me in his arms.

"The kneeling is horrible," I sobbed into his neck. "I know how to feed and clean myself. It should be my choice to have sex. Please, I beg you, take me back."

Christof stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke.

"I cannot take you back. The portals do not open naturally on Earth and usually whoever is in them gets destroyed when they are forcibly opened on that planet. You must stay here with us. I will do my best to protect you. My brothers will not wish to harm you, they also wish to see you happy and well. Please understand, Ciara."

"It is all so demeaning," I told him still clinging to his frame.

"I will not demean you," he said softly stroking my back. "You do not need to kneel when it is just you and I. I will let you feed yourself. Sex with me will be your choice…"

We stood for a moment and I calmed down. I repeated to myself I had decided to make the best of it. At least now I had an ally. I tried to slow my breathing and focused on the joy of having someone to talk to.

"Come, Ciara, I must walk you back to the compound. I must rejoin my brothers or they will come to look for me if I am late," Christof said pointing back the way we'd come.

As we walked I took Christof's hand in mine. His presence was a blessing and I was glad for it.

"Why are you doing that?" he asked looking at our joined hands.

"Because I want to," I answered grinning.

He pushed me gently against a tree and ran a finger under my jaw. "Does it mean something?" he asked watching my eyes.

"On my planet when two people hold hands it's because they like each other," I said watching him.

"I like you too, Ciara," he said grinning at me. His face turned to a frown quickly, "My brothers, when they come, will probably just feed you."

"That's okay with me," I said, "I appreciate knowing someone understands."

We walked back to the Keeper's compound holding hands the whole way.

The other girls were dying to know why Christof took me outside. I lied and told them he had wanted to have sex.

"He wanted sex out of doors?" Rose asked suspiciously. "They hate that. They all hate that, I thought. He really is strange," she mused

I hadn't known that would be a mistake and asked her why they didn't like sex outside, normally.

"The way the women take them is not comfortable for them. They like to use us privately in their places for resting, where everything is comfortable," she answered.

I didn't talk to her anymore about it. My gut instinct told me what Christof and I did at lunch didn't usually happen. It was best to keep it a secret.

After lunch I had to pee, really bad. Fuji told me to go tell the Keepers. I wasn't permitted to go by myself. Much like at my new home I was watched and cleaned, it was weird.

I was distracted from the strangeness of it all by our after lunch activity. The Keepers took us outside the back of the compound. We walked through sand and I was thrilled to see water in front of us. The sea, much like the sky was a shade of bluish purple. The Keeper's compound sat right on the shore.

We were in a protected alcove with rock walls almost encircling a little bay. The beach was beautiful, it was a light coral color. The sand felt like sand at home. Little waves broke on the beach. I almost ran into the water with my outfit still on, Fuji stopped me.

"You have to get permission from the Keepers to be in the water and they will take off your panels. Your owners will get mad if it gets dirty," she said pulling me back.

I went and asked the Keepers and they said I was allowed to swim. My owners had permitted it. They took my little outfit off of me and placed it to the side.

When they undressed me I had tried to help them and they looked at me like I was strange. Despite my discomfort of sitting around nude with my new friends, I raged at the other women that I could take care of myself. Rose laughed at me.

"It takes some getting used to," she said, "but this is the way they look at it. You can't do anything for yourself. It stems from the experience with their earliest slaves. They bought the ones that fought them, but broke them. They treated slaves horribly and the slaves lost the will to live. If they didn't do everything for them after they were broken they died faster."

I shuddered and she continued, "The Paterians got competitive about keeping slaves alive. Eventually they figured out the slaves that were given less pain and more pleasure did better. They also learned the better they cared for their slaves the better they did. It became a sign of the men's training and ability to keep a healthy slave. The end result is you get treated like a prized pet."

I listened with interest, but was dying to get in the water. Rose shooed me and I ran to the shore, dipping my toes in the ocean. The water was cool, but not bad. Wading out into waist deep water I swam around. The water got deeper toward where the inlet was. I dove down and inspected the rocky shelves.

All of the sudden I came across a barrier. I reached out and touched it. It was a large metal grate that covered the opening to the inlet. It ended right at the water line. The grates weren't small, but I couldn't get through them. Little barnacle like creatures covered the metal from top to bottom.

Swimming to the other side of the inlet under water I found a place where the grate was open. It looked like it must have gotten broken by something. There was a hole large enough for me to fit through. Surfacing, I looked back at the shore. The Keepers were busy with the other girls, no one was watching me.

Feeling wicked, I slipped through the grate and explored the ocean outside the inlet. I surfaced just long enough for air. Not wanting to get caught I slipped back through the grate. Making a note, I decided I'd have to do that again. I swam around until I was called in by the Keepers.

Much like kindergarden we were picked up at a specified time. A little bell rang and we all went into the courtyard and kneeled on our pads waiting. The Warriors came in and picked up their slaves, sometimes stopping and talking to the Keepers.

No one came for me. I waited a long time after everyone else was gone, I thought I might have been left. Perhaps Christof had repeated what I had said and it had made them angry. I jumped when boots appeared before me

"Get up, slave," Master Evan said towering over my kneeling frame.

I hadn't heard his approach. Looking up all my owners were standing there glaring at me, except Christof who looked amused.

I followed them out the wall and balked when I saw the transport pad. My uncles all rode roller coasters, but I was too chicken. I'd never even been on an airplane. I hated heights.

"This eve will be very difficult or very enjoyable for you, depending on how you act," Master Damien threatened in my ear.

Gulping back my fear I followed him onto the pad. It shot up like a rocket and I screamed, dropping to the floor. My eyes were shut tight as I begged them to please make it stop. When the thing started to move forward I grabbed onto the closest leg and cried.

I felt hands removing me from the pant leg I was clinging to and Master Damien's voice was in my ear, "You will learn to stand and act respectable during transport. We are taking a trip tonight. It will only end when you stop this ridiculous behavior."

They had the driver swoop the pad every which way. I screamed I would fall off and die crashing to the ground. They thought that was amusing.

"Do you remember the currents that prevented you from moving at the auction?" Christof asked. "Similar barriers prevent you from falling off the sides of the pad."

"You should try them," Master Evan said pushing me with a quick thrust toward the edge. He was supremely annoyed.

I yelped but didn't go off the side of the platform. They were right, something was stopping me. The invisible barrier swooshed against my hand when I hesitantly tried to place it outside the bounds of the pad. Turning around I smiled at my owners. The operator of the pad acted like I wasn't present, most of the rest glowered at me.

The anger on their faces was undeniable, except for Christof, who still just seemed amused. The lines of skin color that were usually so light seemed to darken with anger. They looked slightly feral and I made up my mind to overcome this fear immediately.

Finally, I learned to watch the horizon and relax on the pad. It didn't matter if it went up or down, zipped left or right. I stayed in my position and kept my eyes open. The scenery was beautiful. Mountains were in the distance every which way and the ocean bordered on all other sides. In any other circumstance, I would have enjoyed the view.

The sun had set and the sky was dark by the time the man dropped us off in front of our door. I waited patiently for Master Damien to open the gate and followed him off the pad. It felt funny walking on solid ground again, like when you get used to wearing roller skates.

The rest of the evening was quiet. The men took me down to bathhouse with them after dinner. I heard several Warriors commenting on my morning ride. Evidently, everyone had seen that little fiasco.

The comments the other men made were upsetting to my owners. In turn, my owners were colder and less interested in me than they had been the last two days. I learned the lesson quickly, a good slave does not embarrass its Masters.