Chamber Maid (Closed for Landi and I)

[Wolk]

It was going to be a rather unpleasant conversation for young Steve. He and Amilie, the young and innocent servant maid of eighteen years old were both in the spacious and very rich-looking office of Steve's father. The older man was a large banker and plantation owner and perhaps the most important citizen of Port Pleasant, a charming little colony on a Caribbean island.

"Father, I can explain." The young and handsome man started, but was not given a chance to finish. To his surprise, the voice of his parent was not angry.

"There is nothing to explain, Steve. I would be surprised if you did not have attractions to the fairer of girls. I am disappointed that you had chosen to advance it on our little servant maid. She is engaged, you know."

"I am sorry, Sir. Sorry, Amilie..." Steve hung his head slightly. Come to think of it, he really couldn't explain what had prompted him to pounce on Amilie who was going about her business cleaning the room, kiss and touch her until the poor girl ran away and left him standing like an idiot, cursing his own stupidity.

"Nonetheless, Amilie, you are a servant and an indentured one at that, which is a fancy way of saying slave. If your master has requested something from you, you should have given it to him. For that you did not, you will be whipped. Is that clear?" Mr. Morgan's voice was stern and his eyes cold, making the poor girl shreik in terror.

"Y... yes, Sir... Sirs..." She turned to Steve and looked down, fumbling with her dress. Tears almost left her eyes. "Steve... Young master... I... I will do anything you want. I will... tonight." Finally, tears streamed down her cheeks and she sobbed.

Steve shook his head and hugged the younger girl against his chest.

"No, Amilie. I don't want you to do anything. I'm sorry for before. Don't cry. You just go back to your fiance, OK?" He smiled as the girl stared up at him, not believing what she heard. "Thank you." He heard her whisper.

"Father, it was all just a misunderstanding. She does not need to be punished." Steve tried to plead, but quickly rediscovered that his father's stern gaze was not reserved for servants alone. Steve, too, got a taste of it.

"Young man, I do not appreciate your instructions on how I am to run things. You have much to learn in those realms yet, and others. So, you do not want her." He turned to the girl. "You may leave now. Visit the stables and recieve your five whip lashes."

When the girl was gone the older man continued.

"It is clear to me that you do want a woman. These youthful fornications are going to happen one way or another. I have decided to give you a personal slave of your own. This way, at least, you learn to be loyal to your lover, and do not, God forbid, fall ill to something disgusting.

"Is there anyone else on the plantations you have in mind, then?"

Steve shook his head no. He was still getting used to the idea. A moment ago he was thinking he was in trouble of groping a servant girl. Now he was informed that he is to get a slave of his own specifically for sexual delights. There certainly was enough to drop your jaw at!

"So I thought. You are a smart chap, my son. You know getting involved with someone already socially connected here might be tiresome. Like Amilie with her fiance. She would have hated you for the rest of her life if you insisted on her.

"Very well. Here is a letter of credit in my name. On the earliest occasion, I want you to visit the nearby Port Royale and pick yourself a slave that suits your tastes. I suggest someone young and virgin. It is a great pleasure to break them in." He grinned.

***

The small pinnace was creeking pleasantly under the steady wind, which ruffled Steve's long flowing brown hair. The harbor of Port Royale first appeared on the horizon quite a while ago, but now it was no more than a few minutes away.

Finally, the boat docked and its young passenger jumped out onto the pier. He strolled towards the nearby slave market and grinned as he walked the paths between merchants' stages. Time and again Steve and his buddies had snuck in here to steal a gaze or two at half-naked slave girls. That was only several years ago. Now he was at this same place, not only not needing to hide, but also able to pick one he liked and order them brought back with him.

"Young sir is looking for a beautiful girl, yes?" The sleezy, experienced dealer immediately decyphered Steve.

"And you have any good ones to offer?" Steve tried to appear as important and uptight as possible.

"Of course, my sir! All kinds. I have very young and fresh, I even have some that aren't in puberty. A tight pleasure they are..."

Steve grimaced. The thought of a kid girl alone was enough to disgust him. His father's words he recalled made the effect even worse.

"No. No youngster, no girls. Show me real women. Ones who know what they are doing."

The dealer just nodded, approvingly. Steve was quickly ushered into a large tent, where he was told to wait. Soon, the sleazy man showed up, herding a good dozen of women before him. Eventually, Steve picked his first candidate to talk to.

"Oh, very good choice, young master! Very good choice!" The dealer literally jumped around him. "She is very good. Very beautiful. Lovely hair! Just look at her large bosom. Oh, you will enjoy it so much. And she is very skilled too. If I didn't have to keep her pure for you, I would have enjoyed her myself every night! Every night."

Steve asked the man to leave the two of them alone for a while, which he did, but not before going through another half a minute of praisings in the woman's direction, mixed in with instructions for her to "tell it like it is and sell herself".

When they were finally alone, Steve smiled.

"I am Steve Morgan." He said. "What is you name?"

"Are you really as good as he claims?" Steve grinned. "Tell me what you can do."

 

[landiek]

"Oh, very good choice, young master! Very good choice!" The dealer literally jumped around him. "She is very good. Very beautiful. Lovely hair! Just look at her large bosom. Oh, you will enjoy it so much. And she is very skilled too. If I didn't have to keep her pure for you, I would have enjoyed her myself every night! Every night."

Steve asked the man to leave the two of them alone for a while, which he did, but not before going through another half a minute of praisings in the woman's direction, mixed in with instructions for her to "tell it like it is and sell herself".

When they were finally alone, Steve smiled. "I am Steve Morgan." He said. "What is you name?"

"Are you really as good as he claims?" Steve grinned. "Tell me what you can do."

The blonde raised her head and the softly emerald eyes beheld the man. She blushed lightly then fell to his feet, her legs hobbled so she could not escape. She didn't try to rise up but instead kissed the tops of his boots.

"This is the slave is called Ar'klana, Master."

She slowly rose for him to admire the complete nudity of the "lass", then grazing into his eyes moved her hands with pristine quickness and had his breeches opened and was licking along his cock. Her warm breathe softly panting over his balls as the heat of her tongue moved up and down along the shaft. Once his cock had hardened to a point of near spewing she leaned back and then raised to her knees and stroked her bosom along his throbbing flesh.

Her curls were soft lemon in color about her virginal mound to match the long hair that was pulled back and bond to show off her elegant neck. She paused waiting for more directions as it was the slaver's rule. Never give more then you should, at least until your paid for.

 

[Wolk]

Steve very nearly began moving to help the woman up as she collapsed before him. He remembered in time what his position was here, and realized it would not be appropriate. It was, probably, done on purpose, he realized as she stayed down and kissed his boots.

He fringed as she did it. Yet at the same time it excited him somehow. Streets at that day and age were hardly very clean and paved, often full of muddy puddles, sometimes doubling as sewers. Naturally, it was reflected on one's boots. It was disgusting that someone would put their lips against them. At the same time, if she was willing to kiss Steve's boots for him, his mind boggled at what else she would be willing to do to please him.

Soon he got a small taste of it. Small as it was, it was enough to make him lose his speech for a while.

"Oh, yesss..." He hissed softly as he felt her hands and her tongue on his member. Since it was his first, it felt unbelievable. When she started to move her wonderous breasts about his shaft, Steve thought he would orgasm right then. The stimulation she gave him was so much more than that of his hand he learned to get off with.

Only after she sat back and paused, did he get a chance to regain his sanity again, and even then it took some time. Panting, Steve looked away and struggled to stuff his privates back into the britches.

"No... no, I can't do it here like this." He fetched something of a sack that served as slaves' attire and threw it to Ar'klana. "Cover yourself up, slave." His voice could by no means be called commanding, but he saw her quickly obey.

"I... I see you are a very good, willing slave. I hope you stay so in my bedroom, or... else. I am sure I don't need to worry about that." He smiled as she nodded enthusiastically.

"I just want to talk to you now, OK? As you see I am young. I know little of the fun the flesh can bring. That is why I am looking for a good slave who knows how to pleasure me in many, many different ways. I like everything about you, my dear. If you can satisfy me like I said, you will live a very pleasant life. If not, it will mean you have lied to me here and I do not appreciate or understand that.

"So, Lana, look me in the eyes now and tell me if you have what it takes."

Satisfied with her positive answer, Steve grinned and pet her cheek.

"Then consider yourself mine. Merchant!" He yelled out the last word and the sleazy dealer appeared. "How much do you want for her?"

The price was soon settled, perhaps a little too much in merchant's favor, as Steve was anxious to finally take the woman somewhere secluded and take care of his still bulging cock. The road to the docks only took several minutes and was fairly easy on her, as Steve insisted the merchant provide her with decent, if modest, attire, including shoes. Her shackles were not taken off fully, but released a little, allowing her to walk, if not run.

Soon they were back at the tiny ship where sailors gawked at the pretty young thing. Steve quickly ushered her into a small cabin and locked the door behind them. No need to tempt the sailors, lest they try something stupid.

Now, they were finally alone and he turned his hungry eyes to the woman.

"Now, Lana. Finish what you started."

 

[landiek]

She eased herself into the shift, and pulled her hair from the neck of the sackclothe. Her eyes lowered as to be considered respectful as she was taught on her shipping from the other lands and being brought to the slave markets.

Ar'klana nodded enthusiastically. The prospect of being away from the stench of the slavepits was a greater reward.

"I just want to talk to you now, OK? As you see I am young. I know little of the fun the flesh can bring. That is why I am looking for a good slave who knows how to pleasure me in many, many different ways. I like everything about you, my dear. If you can satisfy me like I said, you will live a very pleasant life. If not, it will mean you have lied to me here and I do not appreciate or understand that.

"So, Lana, look me in the eyes now and tell me if you have what it takes."

"Yes Master, Ar'klana understands. she does not lie, Master."

Ar'klana smiled as He claimed her with the word Mine Her heart started to beat wildly in her chest as he hollered for the Slaver.

"Merchant!" He yelled out the last word and the sleazy dealer appeared. "How much do you want for her?"

"Sixty pounds My Lord." His eyes glimmering with the prospect of having a good fortune this sale. His delight was met as the money filled his hands and then the slave was cast to the brander. "What brand does the Young Lord, desire on his purchase?"

"I'll tend to that later. Provide her with some shoes for walking and some day
clothing."

Things were brought out and the girl was quickly dressed. The slaver had the shackles moved up so she could walk more easier and the hobbling ropes were removed as Steve said "Good day Sir."

The sailors gawked at her and some made whistles and barks as Steve took her below to his cabin and locked the door behind them. Now, they were finally alone and he turned his hungry eyes to the woman.

"Yes my Master?"

"Now, Lana. Finish what you started."

Ar'klana giggled at the shortened version of her name but knelt before Steve once more, taking his cock from his pants and suckled over the cap of his cock. Her tongue bathing the head then the cap then slowly working on taking more and more of the shaft into her hungry mouth. Her breasts were rubbed between her hands as she strove to please this Master

 

[Wolk]

Steve was about to inquire what she found so funny. Lacking much experience, he was secretly insecure and afraid he would embarass himself by doing or saying something wrong. Not that it would be a disaster, if he did, of course. He was, after all, her owner and master and she should hardly afford to laugh at him or show defiance in any other form. Still, his ego would rather he appeared knowing.

He forgot all about it, of course, the moment he felt her soft fingers reach into his britches and fetch his member, still hard and hot from before. As her lips closed around his sensitive head, pushing the foreskin back, the young man closed his eyes and raised his head, emitting a moan of pleasure.

"Oh, my God, yes..." He moaned. "It feels so good!"

His hands moved to her soft hair and dug into it. Steve did not grab or strong-armed her, however. The hands rested on her head, caressing the hair, the scalp under it, as she sucked him, drawing frequent moans of pleasure from his lips.

"Mmm, Lana, you are wonderful! That sleezy fool got ripped off letting you go for only sixty pounds." He smiled wide. "Now you are mine. All mine, forever."

"Suck me, my girl, my slave. Pleasure your master. Make me cum with your skillful mouth."

His voice was growing more and more excited, reflecting Steve's inner state. Her efforts were brining fruit and he was well on his way to reaching the summit of pleasure.

 

[landiek]

"Oh, my God, yes..." He moaned. "It feels so good!"

She suckled lovingly on his cock as her mouth widened to take a good two-thirds of the erect flesh further, licking along the veins that throbbed. Her saliva coating his shaft as her teeth barely grazed the length as her hands kneeded his thighs. Her warm breathe misted the balls and hairs along the groin as she panted to bring him to bliss.

"Mmm, Lana, you are wonderful! That sleezy fool got ripped off letting you go for only sixty pounds." He smiled wide. "Now you are mine. All mine, forever."

She merely nodded in agreement though he had indeed gotten a good price since the slavers sold her to him and gave the man fifty pounds to take her off their hands least they be caught illegally hauling flesh. Ar'klana had figured that any amount of pounds was a goodly price

"Suck me, my girl, my slave. Pleasure your master. Make me cum with your skillful mouth."

Ar'klana obeyed with great desire she moved her throat along his cock. Her mouth bobbing as she rubbed her breasts to his legs. She could feel the inner stirring of her own loins as she pushed his cock further back. She gagged breifly and her face was of panic. She swallowed hard and the cock slipped down, her eyes widening as she tried to mentally fathom what had occured.

It was her Master Steve's cry that made her aware of her doings and the flooding of hot milks that traversed to her belly. She licked at the base as she tried to pull away from his cock that filled her oral cavity. Slowly it moved out of her throat and slid over her tongue. The feeling made her tongue tingle with strange biting zaps. Ar'klana merely moaned as the last spurts of jism splashed on her tongue and the burning in her belly grew beyond those that she suffered from during her boat ride to the slaver's port.

 

[Wolk]

The pleasure was building up as the beautiful blonde worked hard, bobbing her pretty head on his cock. It felt so good.

"Mmm, yes... yes." He moaned softly, encouraging Ar'klana.

Not that she needed any encouragement. From his point of view, at least, her technique was better than flawless, and her bubbling enthusiasm in pleasing him could only magnify things and make it better.

Quite soon, Steve lost himself almost completely in the pleasure she was giving. His hands on her head tightened a bit more. His hips started thrusting instinctively, driving his cock down her throat with passion. He was going faster and faster, and she followed the tempo his desire was setting. He barely noticed as she gagged slightly on him, but didn't quite understand exactly what happened. Nor did he have any intention of pausing the incredibly pleasant act and investigating. Perhaps it was uncomfortable for her, but he was right on the very edge, and in that state he could not pay attention to such things.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" He cried out in passion. "God, yes! Mmm..."

Strings of juicy warm seed flew out of his member and down her throat. Relaxing his hands on her, he let Ar'klana take control back - not that she lost much of it before. He would not be sorry he did, as the woman's mouth drove him to new heights even when his own mind was no longer capable of doing anything, temporarily lost in hot bliss.

Panting heavily, Steve sat down, and Ar'klana followed him, keeping at his cock. She sucked it so very gently now, just softly caressing and soothing, as if knowing that more eager attention would be unpleasant now. He marvelled at how good it felt.

"You are amazing, Ar'klana." He smiled down and gently caressed her hair. "How do you know all this? It is as if you read my mind and know exactly what I would enjoy."

He pondered for a moment as she left his member, put it carefully back into his pants and reminded him that she is a skilled slave, and was trained in bed service especially. That was, of course, why he bought her, but Steve could never have imagined she would be so good.

"Charming... Tell me, my dear, what else have you been trained in? No, in fact, tell me about yourself more."

 

[landiek]

"You are amazing, Ar'klana." He smiled down and gently caressed her hair. "How do you know all this? It is as if you read my mind and know exactly what I would enjoy."

Ar'klana blushed as his questions were in his eyes just as much as on his tongue. "I was taught to be pleasing, Master."

Ar'klana carefully eased his cock back into his pants, she then kissed the buttons that held it behind the clothe. She knelt back on the floor and looking up to her Lord.

"Charming... Tell me, my dear, what else have you been trained in? No, in fact, tell me about yourself more."

Ar'klana blushed again. She decided to tell him in a story.

"Times long past the longships sailed from fjord to fjord. Reigning fear upon enemies and haggling with kin and ally alike for greater riches, oft times riches meant more then valueables and gold. Great chieftans claimed women from many lands to serve them and become vessels to gain ties to great powers. Upon a trip Lord Verkananharggan took two girls of his Home to be gifts to the Norse King. Great Cheiftans sought after these girls with hair of sun well versed in the pleasure of men, yet were untouched and known by men."

"Verkananharggan fought against these strange men that sought vain pleasures. One girl died the other caught and placed in chains and brought to this place. The slave Master had a man come and check every fleshly girl. Making documents of purity thus one given you after a letter came. Many girls savored to be the favor of the letter of the Lord but many were known. The slave Master ordered none touch this slave. She was placed away from sight and stayed there for a fortnight. Twas not until You Master came into the slave Master's dwelling was Ar'klana brought to the light."

"Ar'klana thanks Master for bringing her to the light. Ar'klana shall strive to serve You well."

 

[Wolk]

He smiled softly at her blushing. The little added color to her white skin tanned a beautiful golden shade under the tropical sun was cute. Steve listened with interest to the story, trying to figure out what it all ment.

His success was rather limited. Norse, he thought, the legendary ancient folk of Vikings that long ago lived in the lands now controlled by the Danish and the Swedes. Who often squabble over parts of it, truth be told. It could not be that she ment it literally, he thought. And what of the other parts? It was all quite vague in his mind. But it hardly mattered. What did matter, Steve had caught. She was a praised slave, very highly trained, perhaps for a king somewhere, and she was fiercely dedicated to her fate. Maybe, he thought, she even took pride in it. How could he ask for more than that? No, Steve thought. He was one lucky fellow.

"I cannot blame that lord or those who sought over you." He smiled, moving closer to her. "I, too, like your beautiful hair." He caressed it with both hands, playing in the rich, silky mass that shone like gold. "And the rest of you."

Steve had gently urged her up onto her feet and pressed close against her body he ran his hands over her shoulders and her back, caressing. Finally, his hands slipped down onto her unbelievable ass and he nearly moaned in pleasure as he caressed its sexy forms.

"You are a virgin then?" He half-whispered into her hear and she eagerly confirmed it. "It will not be so for long, my beautiful slave. Now that you are mine, I shall enjoy to pleasured by everything you have."

The closeness of her body and the power he now weilded over her were great turn-ons. He felt he would take her right in that crammed little cabin soon if he kept on going at this rate. Steve knew it wouldn't do. He had to stop. Gently, he pushed her away.

"We will continue this when we are home, my pleasure maiden. It should be quite soon already." He explained and got up to leave the small cabin. Changing his mind, however, he just sat down some distance from her and looked away for a few moments. Then, having turned off his attention from her as an object of desire, he managed to make small talk until the ship docked.

From there it was a short ride in the carriage to the plantation manor surrounded by cane fields. Taking off the carriage, Steve had led her to one of the smaller service buildings that were abundant.

"First thing is first, my dear Ar'klana." He said. "You need to be properly marked as my property."

"Herman. Herman!" Steve cried until a big man showed up through the door. "I have a slave here to brand as mine. No need to burn her beautiful flesh, a shoulder tattoo will suffice. Be very careful with her, Herman. She is a very valuable posession."

 

[landiek]

"You are a virgin then?" He half-whispered into her ear.

"Yes Master, Ar'klana is untouched by Man." she eagerly confirmed it. The documents that she traveled with also testified to her purity. The papers signed by Francisco Narblemo the local physician, a man that had the repetation of honesty only added to the truth of her statement.

"It will not be so for long, my beautiful slave. Now that you are mine, I shall enjoy to pleasured by everything you have."

"Yes Master." Her sultry voice adding to the hunger that was building inside of her Yet something strange happened which reminded her of the travel before, when this Master pushed her away. "Has Ar'klana displeased..."

"We will continue this when we are home, my pleasure maiden. It should be quite soon already." He explained and got up to leave the small cabin. Changing his mind, however, he just sat down some distance from her and looked away for a few moments. Then, having turned off his attention from her as an object of desire, he managed to make small talk until the ship docked.

Ar'klana told him of her learnings from a woman from the Orient and more exotic tales that another woman that was ordered to train them on a strange wonderful art of touch. Ar'klana demonstrated this learning by giving Steve an back massage, even to the point that her breasts were aiding in the sensual touch.

She watched the sights like a child excited as many of the daily goings were unknown to her. "What's that ?" She pointed to the different crops that were being tended and animals that she had never seen other then horses and a Norse deer.

Steve had led her to one of the smaller service buildings that were abundant.

Ar'klana looked on in wide eyed curiousity as more people moved about the fields. She paused to touch many new things and smell the sweet scent of the sugar.

"First thing is first, my dear Ar'klana." He said. "You need to be properly marked as my property."

"Yes Master." Ar'klana made no signs of being afraid of what was to come.

"Herman. Herman!" Steve cried until a big man showed up through the door. "I have a slave here to brand as mine. No need to burn her beautiful flesh, a shoulder tattoo will suffice. Be very careful with her, Herman. She is a very valuable posession."

Ar'klana looked at the man strangely then looked to the floor, kneeling down near the fire pit. She didn't understand that there was a difference between the mark her Master ordered and the burn mark that she was told about by many Norse slaves.

"What is she doing?" Herman asked watching her remove the top of her shift.

 

[Wolk]

"What is she doing?"

Steve chuckled.

"She thinks she is trying to help you, Herman. Go fetch the needles."

He then addressed Ar'klana.

"There is no need for that, Ar'klana. Bare your right shoulder for Herman and he will use a machine to mark you. It is less painful than burning, they say, and a lot less distasteful."

The big man returned carrying a cloth wrapped carefully around each individual needle in the package. The needles had been thoroughly steemed as was the cloth. Each of them was not to be touched by anyone, except through the cloth, and after use they would be thoroughly steamed again. It was a way of marking reserved only for the most important of slaves, where infection or complications from burning were thought an unwise risk. Most certainly, it applied in this case.

The procedure was relatively quick and, judging by Ar'klana's face, painless. She even managed to send him several honest-looking smiles. Perhaps, he thought, they were honest. Perhaps she enjoyed her status as much as he thought and being marked as his was a pleasure?

Regardless of what went on in his new slave's head, the procedure was soon finished. Herman used some of the refined rum, from which flavors were removed amounting to simple vodka, to rub over the microwounds. Finally, on Steve's order, a blacksmith in another building had removed her shackles completely.

They made it into the house itself and Steve showed her to a room.

"This is where you will live, Ar'klana, if you are a good slave. It is one of the rooms that are mine here. Others are connected to it directly, including my bedroom."

It was an incredibly generous accomodation for a slave. At a time when sleeping arrangements mostly went along the lines of: "a good bed is expensive; why waste it on two people when four will fit" for a slave to have her own bed, much less an entire room, was a luxury indeed.

"You will also find here some loose clothes, fabric and everything you need to make outfits that fit you. I expect you have been tought some basic skills as well?"

He nodded at the confirmation.

"Good. I trust Amelia was to prepare a bath for you at the bathhouse. Take it and when you have cleaned yourself up, come back here where you will bathe me in my own bathroom. Do not take too long. Now you may go."

Steve himself used the next half-hour to visit his father and report on his trip. The man did not say much about it, merely nodding and saying "good", as if engrossed in something else. Of course, Steve knew better than to think it was so. His father got every detail just fine, but preffered not to meddle in his affairs. Something that brought much appreciation from the young man.

Finally, he left and made his way back into his own set of rooms. In one of them, decorated with thin marble platings a nice, big bathtub stood, already prepared and filled with warm water.

 

[landiek]

Ar'klana obeyed by putting the shirt back over her body save for the right shoulder, pulling her yellow hair from the shoulder and twisted it to the left. "Is this more pleasing, Master?"

Ar'klana's eyes widened as she noticed the strange needles. She was half tempted to touch them and see what kind of stitch could be made with them. She tried to watch what this man Herman was doing and noticed the pleased look upon her Master's face and that made her smile. A few times she would flinch but that was as the prick of the point had touched a nerve but still it made her feel happy. She wasn't on that ship that brought her to the slaver and she wasn't in the pits away from the sun, this also made her smile brightly. Ar'klana is a one Master slave. She thought to herself .

Herman used some of the refined rum to rub over the microwounds. Ar'klana hissed from the burning sensation of the liqour on her skin and then it was over.

When she was led to a blacksmith in another building. Ar'klana watched in interest as he had removed her shackles. She laughed when he rubbed her skin to insure the circulation was flowing along her legs.

Steve found himself smiling at her childlike actions as she swung her feet freely from the table that she was sat upon for the smitty to do his work.

They made it into the house, once more Ar'klana was reaching out to touch the walls and some of the luxeries that were common place to Steve himself. When Steve showed her to a room her mouth was dropped in awe.

"This is where you will live, Ar'klana, if you are a good slave. It is one of the rooms that are mine here. Others are connected to it directly, including my bedroom."

"This house is for Ar'klana?" She looked frightened as she looked around the whole room. To her this was like a royal ballroom. Ar'klana knew for a slave to have her own bed, much less an entire room, was a luxury indeed.

"You will also find here some loose clothes, fabric and everything you need to make outfits that fit you. I expect you have been tought some basic skills as well?"

"Yes Master, Ar'klana knows the ways of sewing and tanning."

She went straight to the bathhouse. Amelia was waiting and began the ritual of bathing. Ar'klana was surprised that the water was warm and found it difficult to keep from resting in the warm waters, quickly rushing to cleanse her hair and braid it. Ar'klana slipped into a fresh brownish dress of cotton, a fabric that was strange to her but she wore it proudly for it was a gift from her Master.

Steve himself used the next half-hour to visit his father and report on his trip. The man did not say much about it, merely nodding and saying "good", as if engrossed in something else. Of course, Steve knew better than to think it was so. His father got every detail just fine, but preffered not to meddle in his affairs. Something that brought much appreciation from the young man.

Ar'klana ran for her room wanting not to keep her Master waiting. Several house servants remarked a strange blonde running through the house and heading for
the young Master's rooms. She stepped into her "room" and took the moment to run her fingers over the elaborate wooden finish to the simple bed. Most of her days and nights she slept on bare floors or on a fur covering for a stone floor but this was like being taken to Valhallah. Ar'klana wondered about the door, Master Steve told her that they were connected to the His Bedroom. She touched the door and then ran her hand over the grain of the wood. A softness filled her heart as she stood silently behind the closed door. Instead she knelt past the swing of the door and awaited her Master's voice calling her to Him.

 

[Wolk]

Steve had gone to the bathroom first and his eyebrows lifted slightly as he did not see the beautiful blond slave there. It couldn't be that she disobeyed or even tried to run away, could it? She looked so obedient, but then he knew looks could often decieve.

With a small frown, Steve went back to his bedroom. Perhaps she couldn't find the bathroom? She wasn't there either.

"Ar'klana? Where have you ran off to, silly girl?!" He called, slightly frustrated.

Finally, he opened the door to her own room and nearly bumped into the beauty. He didn't notice her at first, looking at his own head level, while she was kneeling. As he did finally see her, Steve's mouth opened slightly in surprise and his eyebrows lifted.

"I am here, master." She said in that soft seductive voice.

She leaned in to rub her cheek and hands against his thigh, then kiss his legs and feet, now out of dirty boots and in household slippers. He reached down and caressed her head, her cheek, as the surprise changed with great approving smile on his face.

"My God, Ar'klana, you are such a wonderful slave!" He admitted.

Taking her hands into his, Steve pulled her to her feet. He brought her towards him and put a long kiss onto her lips, tasting them for the first time. The sensation was incredible, but he had to break it, lest he be carried away by it. It did, however, made sure his member was erect and hungry for action.

"Come bathe me, Ar'klana. And I am certain, with your talents you can make it a very pleasuring experience." He grinned. "One of such intensity that by the end of it all my seed will be mixed in the bath water. I would very much like that."

 

[landiek]

Ar'klana followed Steve to the bath, she was shocked to see the elaborate decor of this room as well, but bowed her head and inhaled the mild scent of the soaps that were resting on the side.

As Steve disrobed and stepped into the bath she admired the complete nudity of her Master and smiled. Steve missed it as she was standing to the side and lowered her head as he stepped into the tub.

Ar'klana disrobed and went behind him and using a wooden bowl, dipped water and poured it along his back and over his head. She put her hand over his eyes to protect them from the water as she soaked his head. Her touch was light and soft as she leaned his head back to apply the oils to his hair and rubbed them into the thich mane. The thick lather soon grew as she massaged his scalp, but she moved to the front of the tub with those same oils in her hand, reaching with the other she pulled his groin up by putting her hand under his ass cheeks, putting the oils on the hair about his balls and creating a light lather.

Steve's eyes lit up as she worked, never had he been bathed in such a manner. She watched as her hands moved around the balls and the base of his cock, her lips holding the head as she washed the area thoroughly. A groan came from his lips as the feeling of her fondling made it difficult to keep from pulling her in over top of him. Too quickly she released his cock head and slowly pushed his body into the waters, rinsing the oils and soap away. Then she moved to the chest and taking a clothe she scrubbed the chest and waist, making certain that she moved over every inch of his flesh. Her lips were parted as she worked, making certain to clean him as she would herself.

"Master, raise thy arms." She said it gently and as he lifted them she leaned in and clean a tender way. It left his skin tingling as she moved along the length of his arm. Then switching sides to repeat the process on the left arm, Steve watched as she took care not to miss the tender spots or the ones that were normally barely touched. Then she moved behind him and started to pour water along his back with fresh water.

"Please lean forth." She asked.

Steve complied and she began to scrub his back with wide circles. This was to relax his muscles as she washed away the grime, then Steve felt her enter the bath. Her breasts were soaped and she used her body to wash over the full back. His mind sifted into the senses and he immediately felt the soft caress as she worked.

"Please stand." Then as he stood she kneeed and was rubbing her breasts down the length of his legs to the water's rise. Steve watched as she preseed her breasts into his bends and kisses his ass cheeks just before she soaped them, she moved to his front and ten washed the fronts of the legs and moving upwards until she reached the inner thighs, while she pushed her breasts into the joint she kissed the head of his cock that was growing from her actions and the sight of her nudity.

Steve wasn't sure how much more he would be able to stand before taking her.

 

[Wolk]

Steve could not believe how good it was. Her attention to his body was exquisite, something he could never even imagine before. Of course, he had servants assist in his baths before, and sometimes he picked cute girls to do it on purpose, but it was never like this. Only the realization that he could, if he wanted to, take her any time and in any way he chose, stopped impatient and incredibly aroused Steve from stopping Ar'klana and taking his carnal pleasures with her. He wanted to prolong the scene, knowing that at the end of it would be the same pleasure one way or another.

Not that it came easy to him!

"Oh, Lana!" He moaned. "Yes, my girl, please..."

He didn't specify what he was asking, although it must have been obvious. His breathing was ragged, eyes filled with lust and desire and hands seeking out and touching her in the most sexual manners.

Finally, she was before him on her knees in a familiar position, that clicked in his head and was now closely associated with pleasure since the scene in the boat's cabin. Steve's hand found her head and firmly grasped the lucious blond hair. He was impatient and therefore not very gentle, but not deliberately cruel or hard either. He just wanted her lips around his cock and he wanted it now.

"Mmm, yes, my pleasuring lips..." he moaned, lifting his head up in pleasure. "Suck your master well, Ar'klana."

For a while, he managed to just enjoy the pleasure she was giving. But soon, his hips began to move, thrusting the cock into her mouth, as his hands held her head in place firmly. Gently at first, but the pace grew with his passion, as Steve got closer and closer to his orgasm. But he was not completely lost. As he felt on the verge of firing, Steve stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bath with his legs spread and the hot hard spear of his dick standing out proudly between them, weighted down by his full and heavy testicles.

"Come finish the task, Ar'klana." He smiled. "I want to fondle your big, beautiful tits when you are swallowing my cum."

He grinned in approval and adoration as she approached to kneel at the new place and before anything else took his hands into hers and placed them onto her ample breasts. Immediately after, her mouth had enveloped the top of his cock again, as the hands began to stroke and caress his shaft and balls. It wouldn't take long for him to go off at this pleasure.

"Mmm, my good girl. Tell me, Lana, do you like the taste of your master's cum?" He looked down and she had her gorgeous eyes lifted at him. It felt great: to be sucked and stroked so nicely, to keep on playing with her breasts as he pleased, to talk such private obsceneties to her, while looking into her eyes.

"Oh, yeah! Here it goes! Mmm... Oh, God, this is amazing! Ah... yes..."

His hands went more intense on her ample titflesh as Steve unloaded an abundance of warm cum into Ar'klana's skillful mouth.

It took a while for him to regain himself, so good was the pleasure. When he finally did, Steve pulled her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"You are wonerful, my dear. Now, this is what I want you to do. There are still quite a few hours left in the day. Go to your room and make a very special gown for yourself. You will wear it tonight for me, as you open yourself to your master and give me your virginity."

His hand slid down along her abs and rested just above her pussy, caressing softly.

"Go, Ar'klana. I will finish the bath myself. I expect you in my bedroom tonight at sunset."

 

[landiek]

"Mmm, yes, my pleasuring lips..." he moaned, lifting his head up in pleasure. "Suck your master well, Ar'klana."

Ar'klana obeyed gladly as she suckled on the head for a bit then gulped his cock deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it as she bobbed back and forth. She could smell his musk and that gave her added incentative to make his manmilk to feed her hungry lips. Just when she thought that she was doing her best, Master Steve moved.

"Come finish the task, Ar'klana." He smiled. "I want to fondle your big, beautiful tits when you are swallowing my cum."

Ar'klana's eyes brighten as she approached to kneel before Him. Master Steve placed his hands on her ample breasts. Ar'klana's mouth had enveloped the top of his cock again, as her hands began to stroke and caress his shaft and balls. His jism was nearly ready to pour forth to the girl's delight.

"Mmm, my good girl. Tell me, Lana, do you like the taste of your master's cum?" He looked down and she had her gorgeous eyes lifted at him. "Oh, yeah! Here it goes! Mmm... Oh, God, this is amazing! Ah... yes..."

Ar'klana went faster over the shaft of his cock adding to the intensity of His orgasm. Her fingers rubbing frantically along the underside of His balls only adding to the need to find release. Steve's hands cupping and squeezing her breasts as his seed sprang up and filled her mouth with an abundance of warm cum.

It took a while for him to regain himself, Steve pulled her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You are wonerful, my dear. Now, this is what I want you to do. There are still quite a few hours left in the day. Go to your room and make a very special gown for yourself. You will wear it tonight for me, as you open yourself to your master and give me your virginity."

"Yes Master" Her eyes were sparkling as anticipating the joys of carnal lusts.

His hand slid down along her abs and rested just above her pussy, caressing softly. "Go, Ar'klana. I will finish the bath myself. I expect you in my bedroom tonight at sunset."

"Where Master, is this bedroom?"

Master Steve pointed at the other door and she nodded, quickly returning to her chambers and seeking the fabrics. It took her twenty seconds to lay her hands on a deep golden colored silk. It was like water to her touch and to her delight it was what she choose to make the gown that would please her Master. Her hands touching over all of her supplies.

Taking a dagger she began to carefully cut the fabric and using the piece of silver and flaxen cotton she started to sew the dainty seams that would render the piece into the gown. It would easily tie at the shoulders or the use of a pin or some other brocade would add to the elegance. In silence she worked until the point her fingers began to ache from trying to make such tiny delicate stitches .

Yet an eye was on the position of the sun, she was running out of time

 

[Wolk]

After the bath, Steve bounced about the mansion for a while. He was trying to distract himself and spend time before nightfall somehow, but found himself unable to concentrate on anything. His thoughts inevitably drifted back to Ar'klana's gorgeous forms, her sweet, loyal character and the anticipation of what he was going to do with her that night.

With an hour or two still remaining until sunset, Steve finally made his way into the room adjecent to his, where Ar'klana was hard at work. She was so engrossed in it, that she did not notice him come in, and Steve made his way to stand right behind her. He looked over her shoulder.

"Looks beautiful, Ar'klana." He said approvingly.

She jumped in surprise at first, but then relaxed and smiled, recognizing him. Meanwhile, Steve's hands caressed her shoulders briefly, before going down boldly to take a hold of her big breasts through the cotton blouse.

"I thought I would come and have a look how my beautiful slave is doing." He squeezed and played with her tits with growing passion. "A good master needs to check his property, yes?"

He was getting more and more turned on by it all. His cock hardened and grew in size, bulging the cloth at his crotch obscenely, breathing hastened and voice got deeper but softer, bordering on a whisper.

"Oh, God, I love your tits!" He moaned softly. "Put down your work, Ar'klana. It can wait."

As soon as she obeyed, Steve lifted her out of the chair to her feet and his hands resumed exploring and caressing her body with passion, as he kissed her neck over and over, sucking at the skin lightly.

"I want you now, Lana." He moaned. "Not at sunset; right this moment. We are going right now to lay in bed together, woman."

He took her by the hand and led her to the nearby bedroom, eyes burning with lust. By his large post bed, Steve suddenly spun around to face her and pulled Ar'klana's head to his for a passionate, long kiss. As his lips claimed hers, his hands roamed her body, grabbed and squeezed her lucious ass, her big, beautifully shaped breasts.

As their lips parted, Steve's hands came up to the buttons of her blouse. He fumbled with them for several moments. Finally deeming it too long for his passion to wait, Steve jerked it swiftly with both hands, sending the buttons flying across the room and scattering on the floor. The blouse was opened, however, and her gorgeous big bust was open for his enjoyment.

He groaned lustfully at the sight, and wasted no time. His lips attacked her nipple with passion, as his hands touched, squeezed and caressed her naked tits. It was arousing beyond belief and, finally, Steve could not wait for it any longer. He pulled back and pointed to the bed with a firm gesture. His eyes burned harder than before.

"On your back, my woman!" He ordered, surprised himself how firm and commanding his voice sounded.

 

[landiek]

Ar'klana moaned as his lips covered her breast and she yearned for the fulfillment. She was hungry for what her Master promised and eagerly was enthralled with the prospect.

"On your back, my woman!" He ordered, surprised himself how firm and commanding his voice sounded.

She crawled onto the bed shedding her clothing as she moved, then laid with her chest rising and falling gently as her skin was prickled with goosebumps.

Her mind wandered to the lessons again "It will hurt the first time, if Your Master loves you, he will fill you often, maybe allow you to sleep by his bed. Never complain, even if His piece is too large and makes you scream in pain.. never admit.. for He is the Master, and you are his.. that is how our lot in life shall be... and never refuse to satisfy your Master, that is a way to become sold to another."

She awaited his touch, she was jittering as she waited, her skin was pristine as she closed her eyes and waited. Anxious for his touch and the promise of joy that will follow. "Master, please take me."

 

[Wolk]

The young Morgan was white-hot already. He has rapidly torn off and sheded his clothes, only to see the most beautiful image he had seen so far: gorgeous busty blonde Ar'klana laying on his bed. She looked so invitingly! He thanked Heaven for not waiting until nightfall, else he wouldn't have seen this in the bright light of day. And, of course, her next words did not help make him any more tame.

He literally jumped onto the bed, his cock bobbing up and down as it settled its inertia. Something like a roar or a groan escaped his lips as he moved next to her and wrapped his body in with hers. Legs, hands, all were mixed and their naked flesh touched and rubbed brining more excitement yet.

"Yes, Lana, my slave. I shall take you. I shall claim you my slave the true way. Not with hot iron or needlepaint, but with my own hard cock!" He was already claiming her body with his hands, like he did before, feeling and groping it wherever he wished and seeing her submit and open to the touches. It was an amazing feeling. "Open your legs widest, slave!"

As she obeyed, Steve moved, positioning his hot, hard rod against the enterance. He pushed in, sinking the head of it in. It felt incredible to be within her, but he still remembered how he wanted to do it. It was his first time joined like this with anyone, but he had heard and even read accounts, and trusted he knew how the bodies worked in it. His hands went to her tits once again and began playing with them freely, pulling and pinching the nipples, squeezing the flesh.

"Slave Ar'klana," his voice was moved quite a bit by excitement and breathing, "from now and on, you will be MINE!" At the last word he thrust into her with force, at the same time pinching her nipples hard.

His cock tore through her virginity, making his way into her most secret place where no man has been before. It was somewhat of a discomfort to him, the rapid force of his move rubbing their sensitive sexes a bit too hard. Perhaps, he thought, he should have gone gentler. But then the effect of claiming would have been lost.

It didn't matter, he finally decided. Now it was over, he was deep within her. It took no figuring out what to do next. His body began moving naturally, as if that was the only concievable way of action. Moving his hips, Steve started to pump her pussy, growing the tempo until it matched his passion.

"Oh, God, Lana!" He moaned in bliss. "You feel so good inside! I'm going to... ahh!"

He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure, unloading a most abundant quantity of his cum into her. He did not last too long, this being the very first time and the foreplay putting him to a point where he was almost ready to shoot the moment he entered her.

As it was done, Steve pulled out of her and moved to lay next to her, their bodies still so very close. He wasn't sure what to do next. He wanted her again and again, but his body wasn't ready yet. So, slightly confused, he caressed her flesh, kissed her chest and her lips.

"Now you are fully mine." His voice was soft, almost whispering. "You have pleased me so well, Lana." He smiled and kissed her. "Pleasure me more."

 

[landiek]

"Now you are fully mine." His voice was soft, almost whispering. "You have pleased me so well, Lana." He smiled and kissed her. "Pleasure me more."

Ar'klana took her arms to encompass his neck and putting her moist trembling full lips of fire over his. She planted a seductive heart throbbing, air gasping, passion filling kiss upon Steve. A soft moan came from her throat as she felt like the room was spinning until her racing heart jumped up into her throat. Ar'klana felt the chest tighten again as her toes curled, almost having the stars fall to one's finger tips.

"Oh Freya!" Ar'klana muttered as she kissed over his chest, letting her tongue bath over his nipples and her hands kneed the firm muscles. She taunted them to become nubs of hardness first the left one then the right. Raising enough to let her own nipples stir another fire within her Master's heart by rubbing them on his erect nubs.

She slowly took her hand along his belly and stroked over his flesh, then she darely, moved to straddle her Master, arching back letting her hair graze over his thighs as she moved her hand to her cunt lips.

Steve eyes became interested in what his new slave would do next, thus follwoed the movement of her fingers.

She swirled them over her clit until it became rock hard and glistening with liquid the streamed from her pussy lips. She parted her legs wide and leaned her back against his knees, some of Steve's cum was seeping with her quim down the divide of her holes. Two of her fingers slipped between the trembling lips as her thumb continued to arouse her clit. Her fingers rubbed at the muscle and forced themselves into the tight swollen lips then out until she forced herself to orgasm again. Steve watched as more glistening liquid seeped from her cunt lips to which she rubbed over his cock in ritualistic fashion.

When her hands moved again it was visual enough to notice that his cock was just as hard as before. She bent forward and as her hair stroked over his abdomen she kissed the cock head with loving kisses, her breasts she rubbed along the shaft. It was sensual and it was making a wave rush over her again.

"May Master find pleasure again with this flesh of your slave."

 

[Wolk]

Steve could barely believe it was real. The kinds of things she did to him, for him, were just too good to exist. The pleasure her magic was giving him was undescribable. He had to have died and gone to heaven if he was feeling this good.

He did not take his eyes off her; for that matter, he even postponed blinking for a later occasion. The sight was simply too good to miss, and so he hungrily drank in every moment of it.

"Yes. My, God, Ar'klana, yes!" He moaned softly. "It feels so good. Do it more, my beauty. Rub your sweet breasts over my cock. You know I love them so much!"

She didn't hesitate a moment to comply. The expresson on her face told Steve how much she was enjoying it. Be it the act itself or that she was pleasing her master didn't matter. She was all his.

Soon he started bucking his hips, helping drive his hard cock up the valley between her nice, soft tits. Their silky skin rubbed his member so pleasantly and as the tip of its head popped out from her cleavage, the woman did not hesitate a moment to lick it, sending jolts of extra pleasure up his spine.

"Ah, this is too much, my dear slave." He moaned. "I want to lay you again now."

He pulled her up until her lips were within reach of his and planted a hot lustful kiss onto them as his hands caressed the skin and flesh on her back and ass. Then, Steve flipped both of them over, ending up on top of her.

"I am going to fill you again, slave." He grinned softly, almost smiled. "I want you to overflow with my love juices and we will both overflow with pleasure."

The second time was much easier than the first, and Steve found her enterance quickly. His cock parted her folds and pushed her apart, making its way in. He moaned in pleasure as he savored the feeling of her body yeilding to him, opening itself and readjusting to accomodate and please his cock.

 

[landiek]

Ar'klana moaned as his cock sought refuge in her cunt, as the thrusting became patterned she moved to him. Her hips crashing to his body as the shaft filled her mound with ease, She bucked madly into his pressing gait, throwing her legs about his waist...

She moaned and cried out to her foriegn Gods as his cock reached into her and withdrew swelling of nectar from her core. She flailed down to the bed as her orgasm spread like a raging flame from the very recesses of her mound.

She bucked again as he slammed into her again, like taming a wild mare. She groaned again as her body shuddered to the first release, her muscles contracting to hold his cock still to savor the fulness and salivate the promise as his cock came plunging downwards taking her to the gates of Valhalla

 

[Wolk]

"Yes! Yes, yes!"

He moaned and groaned at the unbelievable and still new pleasure of being with a woman. Not just any woman, too, for his slave was better than any other. Steve was convinced of that.

Soon, his words degenerated into wild groans. More and more he turned into a primitive animal, guided by its basic instinct, pumping his hard cock into the female without a care. The rest of the world ceased to exist, and would not come back until he filled her with his seed.

Finally, it came. Or, rather, he came. With a loud groan, Steve pushed himself into her completely, with even more force than before. His body pressed her into the bed helpless, unable to do anything other than caress his backside with her hands and legs as her pussy recieved a river of fresh spunk.

He groaned and breathed heavily, raggedly into her ear as he came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over his body. His lips found her neck and claimed it for a long, hard kiss.

Finally, he was done and fell off to the side of her onto the bed, relaxing for a few minutes. Then, he turned to her and caressed the cheek of her turned face, gazing into her eyes. He smiled.

"More, Ar'klana. You will pleasure me tonight until my body can take no more. Even if the sun comes up before then."

With that grin he slid his hand down, over her ample tits, and between her legs. Softly, he began to caress her bush, staying shy of the opening itself.

 

[landiek]

"More, Ar'klana. You will pleasure me tonight until my body can take no more. Even if the sun comes up before then."

Ar'klana smiled as her eyes started to sparkle "yes Master."

She moved to her knees and stroked her hair along his body, dipping down to kiss and nibble over his body. A some spots she licked or poked her tongue downwards over nerves that sent jolts of tingling fire along her Master's skin.

She swayed as she moved over his chest. Like an erotic dance, back from left to right as her hair glided over the hairs of his chest. Soft and delight but leaving a trail of swirling delight. Ar'klana even went back and suckled the balls both at one time. She felt him arch his back as she slipped lower to swirl her tongue so close to his rectal oriface.

Her warm pants adding to the stimualtion to his rectum, then the lazy swish of her tongue from the underside of his ass to the underside of his balls, up along the shaft only to kiss the head then engulf it.

 

[Wolk]

Steve smiled as he felt her move down to play with him again. He didn't know how, but he knew she would make him rock hard in mere moments. And he was right.

"Oh, God..." His eyes opened wide in surprise.

He gasped as he felt her tongue on him. Steve never even imagined himself or any other touching him there, in such a forgotten and overlooked place. But she just showed him, there were plenty of pleasure sensors there. The sensation was brand new, and because of it so much more exciting. It literally got his body back into fucking shape within moments and by the time she licked up along his cock and sucked the head between her sweet lips, she was sucking on a rock-hard pole.

He pulled her off him and laid her back on the bed, still lower than he was before. Getting up, he straddled her chest, towering over the beautiful woman with his hard cock bobbing lightly above her face. A little bit of hip movement and the tip of it was squarely on her lips once again.

Steve didn't say anything now. He just looked down, communicating with his eyes. Both his and hers were filled with passion and lust. He pushed forward with his hips, forcing his cock's way into her mouth. Not that there was resistance, of course. On the contrary. He felt her suck him hard, drawing him in.

Slowly for now, he began moving his hips back and forth, gently fucking her mouth. But the gentleness would not last. He was growing hornier and hornier and knew that soon he would be ramming his dick into her mouth hard.