The Concept of Freedom

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

"A joke, my Lord." murmured Aaja.

As Miren turned her gaze back to the lovely little mother-to-be the smile disappeared from her face and her usual serenely courteous aspect resumed its place. She tilted her head slightly as she lowered her chin in a polite nod. “My apologies, Aaja. I did not intend to make my joke at your expense. Lord Castor’s obvious joy as he shared the news of your condition made it perfectly clear that he is the very proud father of your child, even if his words not. I should have resisted the temptation.”

Miren’s eyes rested upon the happy little family in front of her but her memories went back to the wretched pregnant slave in Jason’s cell. She wondered how long the poor girl would survive with no one to care for her and her child, and her stomach twisted in a knot of guilt.

 

[slippedhalo]

Aaja had not expected such a courteous reaction, nor an apology. She colored a little and bowed graciously, "No offense taken, Lady Miren. Thank you for your courtesy and kindness." she said softly, her eyes lowered out of respect.

 

[Otto26]

Portia

Jessiwe's mouth was hot between her thighs, and she relaxed in this new warmth, letting the feelings wash slowly through her body.

"Gently," she whispered, as Jessiwe flicked her tongue lightly over her clitoris. "I'm relaxing."

The slave seemed to understand, altering her ministrations to be less inciteful. Portia hummed her approval and simply drifted until the heat of the room ceased to be relaxing and began to feel oppressive. She sat up, scattering the two slaves, and pulled a towel around her body.

"Gaiana, you may return to your quarters. Jessiwe, come with me."

She walked down the hallway and through the garden into her room. Jessiwe was standing just inside the doorway, apparently unsure of what to do.

"You should kneel in my presence," Portia told her. "But that's unnecessary at the moment. Get on my bed."

Portia opened a large chest against a wall and contemplated the contents for a moment before deciding. She plucked a large, ivory dildo from within and walked over to the bed. Climbing onto the bed she arranged herself against her pillows and spread her legs. She handed the dildo to Jessiwe.

"As you were," she ordered, "and add this to my pleasure."

 

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Castor

"Indeed, I'm very pleased," Castor said. "I had believed I was unable to conceive children and this is a very nice way to be proven wrong. There will be difficulties, of course, but when is life every simple? Some of these difficulties, I regret, will slightly delay our departure. I need to ensure that Aaja and Eloriel's tutor comes with us. There should be no difficulty in this regard. I am less certain regarding Aaja's midwife. Mistress Fortunata is a... formidable woman of great obstinacy. I will have to bait my hook carefully if I hope to have a chance of luring her North."

"In any regard," he continued, "we will be on the road within a day. I would, if you liked, send you ahead, but the Council wishes me to accompany you. I regret the delay, this will cause you. However, I will be sending a messenger North in the morning and it would be no difficulty at all to have a second messenger continue West with any message you might care to send."

He frowned as he realized the similarity between what he had proposed and the situation she had been in. "I think you might find my messenger more speedy and reliable than past experience with human messengers might have led you to believe. There are writing materials in my study, or you could have the servants bring them to your room."

He picked up a piece of honeyed-ginger and popped it into his mouth, enjoying the sweet and spice combination. "Try some, Aaja. It's good for the digestion and preventing nausea."

 

[slippedhalo]

"As you were," she ordered, "and add this to my pleasure."

Jessiwe had never seen such a thing as was handed to her but it was obvious by it's shape what it was to be used for and she mastered it's use quickly, adding it to her formidable repotroire of love-making technique. She enjoyed several minutes of tasting and teasing her Mistress but paused for a moment to look around in confusion as it became apparent that they were not alone. Several men and women, varying in age and body types knealt around the bed, watching hungrily. Jessiwe felt self conscious for the first time since meeting Lady Portia. Who were all these people? Why did they have to stare at her so?

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Aaja eagerly took a piece of the concoction Castor handed to her and popped it into her mouth. It was strong, but indeed helped to settle a stomach that was lately more often than not nauseous or aching. How he had known she had been holding back another urge to purge herself she was not sure, but she was grateful for such a caring and understanding mate. Eloriel reached over and rubbed her lower back as they stood together in wait for an order. Both of her mates were being quite kind and Aaja promised to herself she would never forget that about them.

 

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Miren

"Indeed, I'm very pleased," Castor said. "I had believed I was unable to conceive children and this is a very nice way to be proven wrong. There will be difficulties, of course, but when is life every simple? Some of these difficulties, I regret, will slightly delay our departure. I need to ensure that Aaja and Eloriel's tutor comes with us. There should be no difficulty in this regard. I am less certain regarding Aaja's midwife. Mistress Fortunata is a... formidable woman of great obstinacy. I will have to bait my hook carefully if I hope to have a chance of luring her North."

Miren’s smile remained polite as Castor continued to gush about his personal concerns. His perceived infertility was perhaps more information than she needed but she was aware first time fathers frequently felt they needed to share as many details as possible, as if each was the first man ever to experience fatherhood. Miren does understand Fortunata’s concern, even if all else were ideal, simply the size difference would be a matter of anxiety, if the little Aaja were to carry a child the size of a normal human, a delivery at full term could be fatal for both mother and child. Add to that any possible biological incompatibilities… Miren found herself eager to speak with Mistress Fortunata, and curious about the midwife’s plans.

Despite her interest, Miren kept her tone casual, “I possess some healing skills, Lord Castor. While I have no desire to usurp the position of Mistress Fortunata, as I understand Aaja will be more comfortable with the familiar midwife she has chosen, I can offer my abilities as support, should an extra pair make matters more convenient.”

As when excitement causes the soon-to-be father to faint and hit his head.

"In any regard," he continued, "we will be on the road within a day. I would, if you liked, send you ahead, but the Council wishes me to accompany you. I regret the delay, this will cause you. However, I will be sending a messenger North in the morning and it would be no difficulty at all to have a second messenger continue West with any message you might care to send."

“Lord Castor, it is likely my family has believed me to be dead for quite sometime now, while I would like to correct that as quickly as possible, a delay of a single day is not a matter of grave concern, to me or for them.”

He frowned as he realized the similarity between what he had proposed and the situation she had been in. "I think you might find my messenger more speedy and reliable than past experience with human messengers might have led you to believe. There are writing materials in my study, or you could have the servants bring them to your room."

“Jason offered many excuses for his messengers’ failure to return, Lord Castor, none of them rung true. I would have slightly more faith in yours only because your interest in me differs from his.” Her smiles shifts to cover a secret thought, “However, there is no need to send an additional messenger.”

Miren admits to herself that she is refusing to write only to deny the humans access to anything she would say to her family. Childish as it may be, if she is to be a pawn she will not help move the game along by revealing her secrets or giving the humans additional access to her people. She wants to be there when the humans meet the Eldar, her presence will affect the future relationship between the two races, and soon she will decide how.

 

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Portia

Portia felt wonderful. Jessiwe had a truly talented mouth and the dildo made her feel full. A break in her activity caused Portia to open her eyes in irritation. The girl was looking nervously at the slaves gathered around the bed. "Your new sister," Portia declared. "She'll be giving you all lessons on how to please me with your mouth, I promise you that." A thought occured to Portia and she beckoned with her finger.

"Geraldus, come here my pet," she called.

The young man crawled up on her bed and she indicated that he should kneel. She had purchased him for his large cock and it hung between his legs, semi-erect. She reached out and fondled it, enjoying the warm weight and his intake of breath. At her orders, gentle abrading over the course of several weeks had thickened the skin of his member and he was capable of performing for hours, if Jessiwe could bring him to climax... But it was very unlikely, and it would serve as well as any other excuse to put her in her place.

"Let's see if you're as skilled with men, Jessiwe. Come use your lovely mouth on Geraldus," she ordered.

 

[Otto26]

Castor

"As you wish, Lady," Castor replied. "I confess I'm very tempted to badger you all night with questions. The Faerie are familiar to us, mostly through the depredations of slavery, unfortunately, but we rarely encounter the Eldar. The picture we form of your society...." Castor laughed. "You can see how poorly I restrain my curiousity. Aaja and Eloriel have had to endure hours of my questions to satisfy my desire to learn more about them. The Lomnaajii have some fascinating cultural constructs. But I'm being rude. You must be exhausted. Cesta and Meoria can show you to your room if you care to rest?"

 

[slippedhalo]

Portia felt wonderful. Jessiwe had a truly talented mouth and the dildo made her feel full. A break in her activity caused Portia to open her eyes in irritation. The girl was looking nervously at the slaves gathered around the bed. "Your new sister," Portia declared. "She'll be giving you all lessons on how to please me with your mouth, I promise you that." A thought occured to Portia and she beckoned with her finger.

"Geraldus, come here my pet," she called.

The young man crawled up on her bed and she indicated that he should kneel. She had purchased him for his large cock and it hung between his legs, semi-erect. She reached out and fondled it, enjoying the warm weight and his intake of breath. At her orders, gentle abrading over the course of several weeks had thickened the skin of his member and he was capable of performing for hours, if Jessiwe could bring him to climax... But it was very unlikely, and it would serve as well as any other excuse to put her in her place.

"Let's see if you're as skilled with men, Jessiwe. Come use your lovely mouth on Geraldus," she ordered.

Jessiwe stared, open mouthed with horrified fascination at the man who knealt beside her on the bed. His member looked more like it belonged on a large livestock than on any person. She felt that familiar disgust as she had felt earlier when ordered to perform upon Hildegaard but she also knew she had vowed to be obedient. It had finally sunk in, what she meant to Portia, looking around the room she realized she was merely a new toy. She was one among an entire menagerie of sexual curiousities and she had been labeled an expert with her mouth. Now, she must always perform at her top-most highest level or she would be lost among the many other talented freaks in Portia's collection. This was no time for vanity or shame, after her first hard lessons in slavery which had nearly cost her her life Jessiwe knew her life depended on the favor of her owner. She would do anything not to lose it. Jessiwe nodded obediently and gently pushed the boy down to lie on the bed as she crawled across his body, caressing his balls with her fingernails as she worked at sucking and licking his enormous cock upside down, her own organs playfully teasing his face as she knealt above him. She revelled in Portia's laughter and in the man's soft gasps and moans as she worked.

 

[Otto26]

Portia

Portia almost laughed; Jessiwe was intelligent. Portia reached down and pinched Geraldus' tongue even as he was leaning forward to taste Jessiwe. She squeezed firmly until Geraldus winced and then she released her grip.

"Naughty, Geraldus. No, if our Jessiwe wants a little pleasure then we'll give her some of this." She reached down between her legs and drew the dildo from her body. She placed the tip against Jessiwe's puckered anus and slowly rubbed it against the flesh, spreading a little moisture upon her.

"Hold her," she commanded Geraldus as Jessiwe's ass trembled.

Geraldus reached up with his arms and wrapped them around Jessiwe's legs. The slave would be unable to move unless she reacted violently, and Portia thought that unlikely; Jessiwe was intelligent.

Portia pushed, slowly and inexorably inserting the ivory rod. She took her time, but she didn't stop until she had all but buried the toy inside Jessiwe. She gave Jessiwe's ass a little slap.

"Well done, my pet. You barely whimpered. But you haven't given your brother the pleasure he deserves. Hurry and finish him."

 

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Miren

"As you wish, Lady," Castor replied. "I confess I'm very tempted to badger you all night with questions. The Faerie are familiar to us, mostly through the depredations of slavery, unfortunately, but we rarely encounter the Eldar. The picture we form of your society...." Castor laughed.

At the mention of slavery, Miren forcefully pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth. She was so tired of biting it but the topic of slavery was a sore one for the Eldar healer and only extreme measures kept her from pursuing it. She knew would gain nothing by releasing her ire, so she was determined to maintain the placid mien of a gracious guest.

"You can see how poorly I restrain my curiosity. Aaja and Eloriel have had to endure hours of my questions to satisfy my desire to learn more about them. The Lomnaajii have some fascinating cultural constructs. But I'm being rude. You must be exhausted. Cesta and Meoria can show you to your room if you care to rest?"

“Perhaps, Lord Castor, as we travel I will entertain you with the legends and the culture of the Eldar. I am not an expert but I have a solid knowledge of how our society works, it may do to pass the time. However, although you most certainly have not been rude, you are correct in assuming I am weary and would like to rest.” Miren stood to her feet and nodded politely to Castor. She gave a lesser acknowledgement to Aaja and Eloriel simply because the etiquette of her people would not permit her to ignore them, even if Castor considered them his property.

She cast a knowledgeable eye over Aaja one last time before she followed Cesta and Meoria from the atrium. Silently, she sighs some as she thinks it was so much easier to be around slaves when everyone thought she was one too, now the whole situation just made her uncomfortable.

 

[slippedhalo]

Portia almost laughed; Jessiwe was intelligent. Portia reached down and pinched Geraldus' tongue even as he was leaning forward to taste Jessiwe. She squeezed firmly until Geraldus winced and then she released her grip.

"Naughty, Geraldus. No, if our Jessiwe wants a little pleasure then we'll give her some of this." She reached down between her legs and drew the dildo from her body. She placed the tip against Jessiwe's puckered anus and slowly rubbed it against the flesh, spreading a little moisture upon her.

"Hold her," she commanded Geraldus as Jessiwe's ass trembled.

Geraldus reached up with his arms and wrapped them around Jessiwe's legs. The slave would be unable to move unless she reacted violently, and Portia thought that unlikely; Jessiwe was intelligent.

Portia pushed, slowly and inexorably inserting the ivory rod. She took her time, but she didn't stop until she had all but buried the toy inside Jessiwe. She gave Jessiwe's ass a little slap.

"Well done, my pet. You barely whimpered. But you haven't given your brother the pleasure he deserves. Hurry and finish him."

Jessiwe hated it when anyone shoved anything into her anus but she tried to remain as calm as possible, knowing her mistress was testing her limits and her obedience. She paused in her work on Geraldus's cock, only due to the extreme amount of pressure bordering on pain she now felt as the dildo was shoved all the way up into her ass. She winced at the very last shove and the slap but proudly, she made no noises expressing her discomfort. Once ordered to resume her duty, Jessiwe got back to her work at pleasuring Geraldus, drawing moans and grunts from him as much as the seed she sucked up into her mouth and swallowed as he spilled his full load. She tried not to move too much as the dildo was still inside her anus and caused sharp sensations whenever she bent too low.

 

[Otto26]

Portia

Jessiwe laughed when Geraldus came. "She's slain the serpent," she called out to the assembled slaves. For all that she found this amusing, she was also impressed. Geraldus had a thin layer of scar tissue on his cock and this made his member less sensitive. It was useful for times she wanted a nice long fuck. Jessiwe's mouth was very, very skilled if she could give him enough pleasure to bring him to climax.

She gave Jessiwe's ass another slap and lay back on the bed.

"You may go now, Jessiwe. Clean my toy and give it to Dorothea. Have her ringed in the morning, Dorothea," she ordered.

The two slaves untangled themselves and crawled off her bed as she lay back and sank into the echoes of pleasure that tugged heavily at her limbs. Her mind wandered down avenues of desire as she considered what to do next with her new toy. And shortly she was asleep.

 

[Otto26]

Castor

Castor waited until Miren and the two servants were gone before ordering Aaja to remove the dishes to the kitchen. Two of the pages extinguished the candles in the garden and began piling them back into cloth bundles for storage. When he was satisfied that all was being done as he wanted he placed his arm around Eloriel and walked into the atrium.

A mattress of blankets had been set up in one corner. The clients would sleep in the corner furthest from them. It was privacy, of a sort, and Castor had had far less in his time. He pulled Eloriel in front of him and began to slowly divest her of her jewelry. He took his time, enjoying her body and her reactions.

"My Lord... the others?" she asked, eyes looking to the far corner of the room.

"They don't matter, Eloriel. You'll serve me."

She swallowed nervously and nodded her head. "Yes, Lord."

He pushed her back, slowly lowering her to the mattress and then covered her body with his. Her flesh was soft and smooth beneath him and her mouth warmed to him as he kissed her. As her lips parted to make way for his tongue so her legs parted to open herself to his cock. He rolled off of her and ran a hand down her belly. She arched her back as his finger sampled her.

"You're very wet," he commented.

"Yes, Lord. I've been waiting," she whispered.

"Very patiently, too. I'm pleased with you, Eloriel."

"Thank you, Lord. Oh!"

He smiled and brushed the pad of his thumb lightly over her clitoris again. Her body jumped and her breath hissed. Castor toyed with her, building her up slowly until she mewled in release. Aaja came in and sat down on the bed, looking uncertainly at the cluster of men across the way.

Castor rolled back on top of Eloriel and thrust into her as she raised her hips to him. They both groaned in satisfaction and he remained still as he enjoyed the feel of her. Eloriel, however, wanted more, and she ground herself against him, writhing as her body sought more sensation. He began to move slowly, savoring each moment, and she intensified her efforts until she gasped loudly for breath in the throes of a second orgasm.

He enjoyed hearing, seeing, and feeling her and kept to his slow pace even as she began to subside and drift. She was tired, but he had already had two orgasms earlier and his body was in no hurry. The feeling built slowly inside him over the course of half an hour until he was himself gasping in the throes of his climax, his body pumping into her as she cradled his head against her neck and whispered softly into his ear.

He rolled over, keeping himself inside of her as he pulled her on top of him. Aaja snuggled closer to them and he extended his arm for her to rest her head on. Sweaty and sated and very happy he drifted off to sleep.

 

[slippedhalo]

Aaja had gone off to bring the dishes to the kitchen when the scent of the refuse waiting near the doorway to be brought out wafted up to her as she passed and a wave of nausea hit. She struggled to make it through the door but instead dropped the dishes and wretched into the refuse bin. She was caught in this catch 22 of the scent causing the nausea and the nausea keeping her from leaving the area of the scent until after about six minutes a kitchen hand came to her and pulled her aside and made her take a seat by the stove, cleaned up the dishes and brought her a glass of water,wiping her mouth and her sweaty brow. The other ladies looked on with little care for whether or not she was there. Aaja stared up at the round face of her savior. She recognized this woman as one of the cruelest people to her on her first days in the house. This act of kindness was unexpected to Aaja but very welcome. "Thank you." she whispered between sips of water. "I am sorry about the dishes..."

"We'll say we both dropped them." assured the woman. "Being with child can cause your body to sometimes feel foriegn and strange. It does things we cannot always control. I know, I was pregnant too until about two months ago."

"You were? What happened?" asked Aaja.

"I lost it." said the woman, her eyes glazing over as if she might cry. "But, I know what you must be feeling right now. I won't let you take a beating over broken dishes simply because your baby doesn't fancy the smell of garbage. Are you finished with the water?"she asked just as Aaja nodded and handed her the glass. "Ok, go to your Master now. I'm sure Lord Castor is wondering where you've been."

Aaja bowed in thanks and hurried out of the kitchen to look for Castor's resting place with his room taken up by their guest. She found him quite occuppied in keeping his promise to Eloriel. Aaja had a thought to apologize for her lateness but it soon became quite apparent that niether one of them knew of time or the existence of anyone besides themselves at the moment and Aaja simply settled beside them, mindful to glare menicingly at anyone who stared in the direction of the two lovers to ensure them a little privacy and enjoying the sight of them as she watched herself.

Eloriel was indeed a gorgeous creature, thought Aaja, feeling very happy to have found her. She found pleasure in seeing the beauty in Eloriel's form and facial expression as she climaxed. Aaja felt no jealousy, only tenderness toward Castor and El as they lie in post-coital bliss and Aaja snuggled up beside them in the safety of Castor's arms, feeling the dull ache in her abdomen that told her she had no reason to be jealous. Her bond with Castor was alive and well inside her womb.

 

[Otto26]

Geraldus

The new slave slowly crawled off of him and Geraldus rolled off the bed. He crawled, along with the other slaves, to the doorway and out of the room.

"Up," Dorothea called.

He stood and got in line.

"Take it out you silly twot," Dorothea said patiently. Geraldus turned his head and saw the new slave grimacing as she pulled the dildo out of her ass.

The line move slowly down the hallway and up the stairs into the attic space which comprised the quarters of the bed slaves. There, Dorothea released them.

The slaves drifted into whatever activity they wanted, most making ready for bed. To one degree or the other they all examined the new slave, who was looking around the room. She seemed, to Geraldus, lost. He sighed and went over to her.

"Follow me," he said quietly.

He led her over to the corner where the pisspots sat and pointed at a white basin.

"Put it in there. Use some of the hand water and rinse it clean. Kiss it just before you give it to Dorothea."

She nodded and went to work. "Thank you."

He shook his head. "My debt."

She looked puzzled and he wondered what he should tell her. Mostly the new slaves were left on their own to discover how to behave. But the memory of her mouth and that precious release from desire came back to him and he knew he still owed her.

"The currency of the bedslave quarters; pleasure. The Lady is not overly concerned with our pleasure and we must make our own. I haven't enjoyed a climax like that in months," he explained.

 

[slippedhalo]

Jessiwe nodded her understanding, blushing slightly to be in such calm conversation with someone she had a moment ago shared an intimacy with which he seemed to deem important. She was at a loss for how to reply so she simply nodded once more and smiled quickly before turning her attention fully to the task of cleaning the dildo appropriately. She then returned it as he had suggested, with a quick kiss just before handing it to Dorothea. The woman pointed to a corner mat, "Now, go and rest. I'll let you know if I require anything of you."

Jessiwe nodded silently and turned to make her way to the mat she would sleep upon but felt a sharp kick at the back of her legs and her knees gave out from under her as she collapsed onto the floor much to the amusement of the other bedslaves who laughed heartily. She turned to look up at Dorothea who shook her head and corrected, "Crawl to your bed, new girl."

Jessiwe had a thousand sharp things she wished to respond to Dorothea with but she held them all back and once again only responded with a nod as she carefully crawled to the mat left for her to sleep upon, eager for sleep to come. There was some activity about as others prepared for sleep or tossed and turned, looking for their comfortable position. Geraldus was not very far away. He'd taken a spot along the wall. They lay with their heads only a foot apart. He was the first to turn in concern when Jessiwe's sleep was disturbed by someone crawling beneath her blanket and pinning her to her mat...

 

[Otto26]

Geraldus

The noise was expected, but still jarring. He remembered his first night in the house and the hazing he had undergone. It had seemed like hell to a frightened and very young man. But it hadn't done any damage to his body, even if he couldn't say the same about his pride.

'That'll be Musa,' he thought to himself. The massive black man, with the oddly tiny penis, was the obvious choice to overpower the new slave; and he was constantly sucking up, literally, to Demiessa, the likely ringleader. She'd start things off, Geraldus knew, but in the end everyone would have a turn. Dorothea knew what was happening but she'd ignore it so long as it didn't get out of hand; the bed-slaves of Mistress Portia's family had traditions that stretched back generations.

'I'll stay out of it,' he decided. But should he put a stop to it? He could, probably. Most of the female bed-slaves, and Troisus, valued his cock highly in the absence of any strictly forbidden toys. 'I'll save my power for another time,' he decided. 'They won't hurt her, and she'll have a better appreciation of why she should want to be my friend. And if she's ready to use that mouth on me again, maybe I'll be her friend.'

He rolled over and listened to the sounds of what was happening a foot away from him.

 

[slippedhalo]

In the darkness, the face seemed almost invisible except for the whites of his eyes as he pressed his forhead to hers and chuckled softly. His deep voice carried despite the fact that he wasn't speaking loudly at all as he told her, "Lie still, new one. Obey and we won't hurt you. There's an order here and you need to learn your place in it." and with no more for an explanation or an introduction, the massive black man pushed his cock into Jessiwe's opening and began to fuck her.

Another stood behind him waiting for his turn, and several more behind him, just as an impossibly long limbed female with long dark hair and eyes as light green as a cat Jessiwe once had as a pet crawled over to her side, pinching Jessiwe's nipples appraisingly, playfully nibbled Jessiwe's nose and then proceeded to sit on her face. "Pleasure me, elflie." she insisted. The strong arms holding her down quickly made Jessiwe realize that resisting this bunch would be useless and a futile effort on her part, if not totally detrimental to her well being and learning to fit in here. She began to suckle this long limbed beauty's sex, a tear rolling down her cheek as she realized how many more waited behind her and knowing full well that Lady Portia would also require her services in the day, yet she was already growing so tired. She hoped eventually, they would give her enough respite for a few hours of sleep.

 

[Otto26]

Geraldus

Geraldus pushed his blanket back and stood, stretching out the kinks in his muscles before neatly folding the blanket and walking over to the wash basins. He poured some water into a basin and splashed the water on his face before wiping himself down with one of the rags provided for the purpose.

Musa came up and stood menacingly close beside him.

"Too good for us, little man?" he whispered.

Geraldus swallowed nervously; Musa was enormous, heavily muscled everywhere but between his legs. Geraldus was the exact opposite. But that disparity gave Geraldus a measure of power.

"I was tired, Musa. Go away or Demiessa will be vexed with you," he said softly.

"One orgasm and you're tired? Pathetic," Musa hissed in a Parthian shot as he walked away.

Geraldus discretely took a deep breath and resumed washing. He supposed he ought to wake Jessiwe up. They'd kept her busy most of the night and it was unlikely she'd wake up before Dorothea started kicking the sluggards out of their beds. He debated the merits of each course of action before deciding.

He emptied the wash-basin and put the used rag into the sack before walking over to where Jessiwe was sleeping. He squatted down next to her head and placed a finger and thumb on her nose, pinching it shut until she started awake.

"Get up now or Dorothea will kick you awake," he said in a low tone. "You need to fold your blanket and get washed up," he amplified in response to her dazed look.

 

[slippedhalo]

Jessiwe was exhausted and found sleep easily, actually a little prematurely as she kept dozing off in the middle of pleasuring the other bedslaves so finally, after a few times of rousing her awake with hard pinches and slaps they gave up on their hazing and let her rest.

She was dreaming of a time before she ever had to please more than just one woman, her companion, the sweet-tempered beauty she actually enjoyed her bedtimes with, eagerly anticipating every touch and kiss from her lover. They had been together only a pair of months before the raid. Still very much honeymooners. They had plans for their life together and their new household that they never got to carry out. They were planting gourds and wash-grain. They were going to specialize in these things and have a profitable farm. They hoped to have many daughters to help them and even agreed that they might have to bond with one or two more companions to make this venture possible but they always thought they had time before that would happen. Plenty of time to enjoy one another...

...She couldn't breathe. Jessiwe gasped, her eyes wide in fright as she looked up into the face of Geraldus as he pinched her nostrils shut. She sat up instantly to the harsh reality of her new situation in life. She was no farmer. She was nobody's companion or wife. She was a bedslave, and the lowest ranking one in the house.

"Get up now or Dorothea will kick you awake," he said in a low tone. "You need to fold your blanket and get washed up," he amplified in response to her dazed look.

Jessiwe nodded and quickly moved to do these things remembering how he'd helped her the evening before and also realizing with some relief that he had not been among the group who'd abused her in the night. "Thank you." she breathed sharing a look with him as she folded her blanket. It was a thanks on many levels and she hoped he realized that.

Jessiwe washed up as best she could with the crowd forming by the basin. She took a little longer than the others but only because she wanted all traces of the scent of recent sex and the sweat of the others to be off of her so she could start her day fresh. She saw a line forming and decided it was best to follow suite even if she didn't know what the line was for. She hastened to join the end of the line, just two spots behind Geraldus, behind a shorter man who smelled vaguely familiar and she suspected was one of the ones toward the end of the rape, when she was falling asleep already.

 

[Otto26]

Geraldus

Dorothea emerged from behind the curtains that separated her alcove from the rest of the room. She proceeded to kick three sluggards out of bed, literally. Her family had served Lady Portia's family for generations and this was her world and she was none too gentle in ensuring that her charges conformed to her expectations. The late-comers lined up with everyone else and Dorothea inspected everyone. She slapped Jessiwe on the cheek.

"You're not good enough to stand, new girl. Kneel."

One of the sluggards went back to bed, Dorothea having formed the opinion that she was ill, and the other two were assigned to cleaning the bathing area. She sent Alisa to the lower house to fetch Eurebius and Geraldus winced. Eurebius meant that Jessiwe was going to be ringed this morning, just as the Lady had ordered. He walked over to wardrobe and found a scrap of leather from the materials they used to repair garments. Aware that he was revealing an interest in Jessiwe to the others, he nudged her shoulder. When she looked up he handed her the piece of leather.

"Put it in your mouth," he instructed her. "They're going to ring you now," he indicated the metal rings in each of his nipples and on his scrotum, "and it hurts. If you put up a fight or misbehave they won't give you any painkiller."

He walked away with the others, leaving the room and Jessiwe behind as he headed for the courtyard where the bed-slaves exercised. He had barely gotten started with the clubs when Dorothea summoned Musa and Albiedes, the two largest male slaves, back to the sleeping quarters. They'd hold Jessiwe down. He wondered if she would scream. He had.

 

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Jessiwe took the leather and swallowed her fear. She watched her new friend leave with the others as she was prepared to be ringed. She struggled just slightly as Musa approached her with a snicker before painfully holding her down. But, upon the sight of Eurebius Jessiwe grew still, not wanting any more pain than necessary. As hands iced each of her nipples she shivered more from anxiety than from actual cold as she looked upon the instruments meant to peirce her.

 

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Geraldus

She screamed and Geraldus wished she hadn't. He remembered Musa and Albiedes holding him down while Dorothea stretched his nipple taut and Eurebius pierced it with an awl and hammer. His nipples itched with the memory of the ring being threaded through the hole and sealed. The second nipple had been worse, because he'd known what was coming and slave or no he'd tried to fight them. Musa had laughed while he restrained him.

The piercing of his scrotum, right at the base of his penis, had been almost painless in comparison. From the third set of screams he judged that this was not the case for Jessiwe's clitoral hood. Still, she wouldn't be sterilized as he had been with Eurebius' red-hot needles.

He forced his attention back to the clubs; it was that or be naseauous at the memory. He lifted and swung the clubs about his body as he was required to do until Dorothea came into the courtyard with Jessiwe crawling behind her.

 

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Weeping, shivering and sore, Jessiwe followed Dorothea on wobbly legs as she wretched, afraid she'd be sick on the beautiful tile flooring but each time only heaving air and hurting herself. Her stomach was thankfully still too empty to actually vomit. She looked up from her cloud of suffering to see Geraldus trying not to look at her but managing a comforting half nod in her direction, catching her eye just for a glimmer of a second before looking away again and tending to his duties. This gave Jessiwe the reminder of strength she needed though and she took several deep breaths to compose herself before continuing her crawl toward the direction where Dorothea led, slowly regaining her strength and calm with each breath she took, not wanting Geraldus to see her as weak or pitiful and mindful of the appearance she wanted to present to Lady Portia which is who she suspected she was being led to see next. Carefully, she moved, making sure not to think about nor make contact with the places that now throbbed with ache.