The Emperor's Pleasure

[brigid_fitch]

Meanwhile, back at the Bathhouse...

Shanti was shaken awake even before the first rays of light had climbed to the high windows in the slaves' quarters. It was Ophelia, her brows knotted together in concern, her face grim. Shanti wondered why Ophelia looked so upset, but there was no point in talking to the poor girl, her tongue still cruelly sewn to the roof of her mouth. As she struggled to wake up, she tried to reconcile the broken Ophelia with her own encounter with Tallon yesterday. Could she keep this up? And, if so, how long before Tallon caught on to her manipulations and concocted an even more brutal punishment for her than Ophelia's? She wished someone would tell her exactly what the girl had done to deserve her fate, but Karinna had told her it was forbidden to speak of it, lest others share it.

Before she could think further, Ophelia was thrusting a new sari at her, obviously wanting her to get dressed, and quickly. Something was definitely going on and Shanti could only guess what was the matter--until Ophelia pointed at the pink frilly panties Ursula had given her last night. Realizaton finaly dawned on her--Tallon must want have summoned her.

"It's all right, Ophelia," she said, trying to calm the girl's apprehension. "I can handle Tallon." She slipped into the panties, feeling their snugness, and hoped Tallon would notice how they outlined her firm ass. She pulled on the new choli, pavada, and sari, then glanced at herself quickly in the looking glass.

"Yes, I can handle him," she said, almost in a whisper, and headed for the door before she could decide if it was the truth or an attempt to convince herself.

 

[Stranger34]

When the soft knock sounded at his door, Tallon was surprised to feel his heart give a small jump. What was happening to him? He needed something to take his mind off all the problems posed by his sister, for sure........but it was unheard of, for him to be moved in any way, by the presence of a slave. He had better be careful.......go soft, and it would not be long before an enemy is piercing that softness, most probably with a sharp blade, so be sure not to allow anyone to get inside your defences.

He grunted 'Enter!'

The door opened, and he was pleased to see that it was indeed Shanti, dressed respectfully in the clothing of her race, her eyes fixed to the floor as she stepped inside, immediately placing herself in the position of supplication, as she had been taught.

There was a long silence, while Tallon regarded her prostrate form, not without approval. Finally, he moved to the door, closing it behind them, and returned to his original place in front of her.

"I see you have been well trained, at least in the arts of deference." He kept his voice low, and controlled. "The last time you were here, you showed me that you had been very well trained, in at least one aspect of a man's pleasure. I have summoned you once more, to see what else you may have to offer. You will take off your clothes, in a manner that will be pleasing, to me. You will not, however, remove your panties, at least not for the moment. Is that understood?"

He stood, in the centre of the room, waiting for the girl to indicate her understanding.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

Now that she finally had the perfect Northman as her own, it irritated her beyond measure that they wouldn’t deliver him until the next day.

“Curses…” she mutters, pacing restlessly around her quarters, “If I knew I was being forced to wait until tomorrow, I would have remained at the auction with Nerise. At least her company is entertaining.” She looks around her quarters, “Now what will I do? I had plans!”

Thwarted, she briefly considers venting her frustrations by throwing another goblet but with a shriek, simply throws herself on the couch instead.

Besan sits beside her mistress on the couch and attempts to soothe her by smoothing her fiery hair; she also wisely remains alert for Farsiris’ slapping hands.

“Would you like a nice comforting tea, Countess? Something in it to help you sleep, perhaps? Or I can have a bath drawn, you can relax, Cantra can sing for you – that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“Cantra sings like a cat in heat.” Her petulant voice replies. “I don’t know why I bought that stupid girl.”

“But a bath….” Farsiris sits up and brushes Besan’s hand away. “Get your cloak and my things; we will go to the Baths. There may be someone there worthy of a conversation.”

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Unlike slaves, ladies never appear naked in public.

Farsiris emerged from the ladies’ chamber wearing a simple white tunic that hung to the top of her bare feet, sleeveless and modestly draped around her neck; it was made of the finest imported cotton lawn. Her hair was artfully piled on top of her head and held in place with pearled clips, only a few loose curls graced the back of her neck. Besan dutifully followed behind her, carrying her towel and her goblet.

Farsiris smiled at faces she recognized, and greet people she knew as she walked to the steps that lead into the water. She paused at the top with her hand on the rail, just giving everyone time to appreciate her beauty. Slowly and gracefully, she walked into the water. The fine gauze of her gown soaked in the water as she stepped lower, until finally the wet material clung to her body like an invisible second skin.

“Besan, my cup, please.” Smiling, she held out her hand, raising her chest above the water to reach for her cup. With it in hand, she joined her friends for a gossip, happy in the knowledge that at least with her present, she couldn’t be the subject of the gossiping tongues.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti & Tallon

"You will take off your clothes, in a manner that will be pleasing, to me. You will not, however, remove your panties, at least not for the moment. Is that understood?"

Almost prostrate on the floor, Shanti kept her head low so that again Tallon wouldn't see her smug smile. His voice was harsh and commanding again, but almost too much so. He was forcing himself to act thusly, and that meant that she still had an effect on him. She remembered her words to Ophelia (or were they to herself?), "I can handle Tallon"--repeating them in her mind like a mantra.

Slowly, she pulled herself from the floor, stretching out, her arms up over her head as she sat back on her haunches. Raking her long fingers through her hair and shaking it out so that it fell in an ebony wave along her back. She stood and slowly, almost casually, unwound the sari from her body, tracing the edges of the fine silk with her fingers so that Tallon could see how dainty, how delicate they were. She then pulled the choli over her head, and, once free from it, let her hair again cascade down her body, partially obscuring her breasts. She moved her hands from her neck, down her chest, pausing to cup her breasts. Then, with fingers splayed, traced her ribs, her abdomen, and, once at her waist, untied her pavada. The petticoat fell to the floor in a pile around her ankles and she deftly stepped out of it. Hands at her sides, eyes half-closed and downcast, she stood in front of the Head Trainer in nothing but a frilly pair of pink panties.

"As you command, My Lord, so it is done."

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon's breath caught in his throat as Shanti began taking off her clothes, noticing once nore her supple, sublime grace in movement, noticing her fingers, remembering and anticipating the feel of them on his growing, swelling sex.
The petticoat fell to the floor, revealing a frilly pair of pink panties......Tallon's eyes almost bulged out of his head. She must have known......maybe one of the girls at the bathouse had told her........but Tallon kept hir preferences for panties strictly to himself. She seemed to have a sixth sense as to how to please him.

Now what to do.......Tallon stood for a moment longer, undecided. To have her slim fingers wrapped around him, stroking those pretty pink panties over his cock.....his mouth suddenly felt very dry. But her bottom, too.......he wanted to see how she revealed it, that was possibly his greatest weakness, a pretty female bottom, a girl who used it cleverly could arouse him to a state of frenzy.

"You will now remove your panties." Keeping his voice low, and even as possible.
"You will pull them off, slowly, revealing your bare bottom to me. It is important to see how well you tease......for the Emperor's benefit."

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti & Tallon

"It is important to see how well you tease......for the Emperor's benefit."

Almost imperceptibly, there was that addition regarding the Emperor, but the hesitation was enough that Shanti caught it and smiled inwardly. So, this was how today's session was going to run--ostensibly to observe her worthiness for the Emperor's eventual possession of her. Careful not to reveal her insight, Shanti began another slow dance. Not as elaborate as her last for him, but enough that it would showcase her firm, rounded ass. With no veils to unwind for this dance, she instead teased her fingers around the waistband of her panties, pulling one side down to reveal her mons, then letting it snap back up as she progressed towards the next movement of her dance.

Turning, swaying her hips, her back to him, she ever-so-slowly pulled the panties down, letting them rest at the base of her ass, framing her cheeks. Letting go of the front, they dropped to the floor and she quickly stepped out of them, continuing her dance. Her back still to him, she leaned into a back-bend, her hands continuously weaving in the air, until her head was almost to the floor. She quickly picked the panties up from the floor and just as slowly rose again to her full height. With an elaborate flourish, she finished her dance, gauging the final steps so that she was only inches from Tallon. She looked at him now, mesmerized by those beautiful eyes, careful not to challenge. Still holding the panties, she brushed them againt his crotch, seemingly by accident, and noticed his growing erection. She then took his enormous hand in her dainty one, put the panties in it and closed his fingers over them.

"A gift, my Lord."

 

[Stranger34]

A gift, my Lord.

Tallon's eyes widened once more in surprise. This girl really was different......she was constantly doing things to keep him off his guard, to surprise him. He looked down at the scrap of pretty pink material in his enormous hand, and again felt a throb of desire for her. This skill she had, of doing the unexpected.......she reminded him of someone, and his mind very quickly closed down the thought.

The vision of her slowly, teasingly, pulling down her panties, exposing her bare ass for him, was still fresh and hot in his memory.......this girl did not need training, in all honesty, she had a consummate skill and command of how she used her body......

He had an urge, for just a moment, to do something that would surprise her, too, such as wrapping the skimpy pink panties around his huge cock, and pleasuring himself with them in front of her, but then immediately recoiled from the idea. That would be ridiculous,,,,even though, secretly, he might find the idea arousing. No, he wanted her, he was going to give into weakness, only this once, he told himself, he would not allow this girl to have any power over him whatsoever, but her ass, her beautiful, soft, voluptuous bottom, framed still in his memory by the pink panties he now held in his hand.........

His voice was thick, and less steady than usual.

"Lie down on the floor, on your front. You will present your bottom to me.

 

[poohlive]

He had sat behind these bars for a long time, contemplating each one. They were made of steel, high quality, good craftsmanship, connecting to solid brick inlay between the walls. The bricks themselves seemed to have taken a true workman's honor the way they perfectly fit together.

He had tested the strength of one, and judged it worthy enough of the look that it held. Now, he just sat and stared out into the rumbling of the auction blocks nearby.

There was so much to do, he supposed... now that he was someone else's property.

Such a small dainty thing. She had been so eager to purchase him. He would not do back breaking labor, as some of them suggested, or spend his time entertaining nobles. No, he had a fate that would either be a lot better or a lot worse.

Why would such a slender young woman want with such mountain of a man?

The jailors themselves knew who she was, enough to give special circumstances. The Northerner was washed and clothed, prepared for coming to greet a mistress such as herself.

He did so easily, he did not move or dissuade any of the prodding or poking. He moved when they told him to move, he sat when they said he could sit. His eyes constantly wandering to the background, constantly looking for escape.

The eyes of a caged animal, who still thought the forest as his home, and did not understand.

When he was lead to the house of his new owner, there were three escorts, all armed. It would have been flattering, were he someone who could take this kind of thing as flattery.

Chains thick as a finger linked around him, locking him securely in place. He could not do anything but leer in a menacing way. Little more or less, his movement crippled, his hands useless in front of him, bulging muscles trying to burst out of his confinement.

But, he stood, tall and proud... waiting, waiting patiently for his time. He could wait, he could wait a long time before he needed to make his move. When he escaped, it would be an easy escape, nothing else. No one would catch him again, no one would see him again.

So, until the opportune moment arrived, he played the giant quiet Northerner as they wished.

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti & Tallon

"Lie down on the floor, on your front. You will present your bottom to me."

Oh, what a story those eyes told her as she handed him the panties. She had struck a primal chord with her gesture, there was no doubt. He tried so valiantly to keep command of himself, of his voice--she wondered if he noticed how badly he was failing at it. For her sake, she hoped not. She had been lucky so far and it seemed her luck was holding out. But now he wanted to take her, that was certain. However, her gift now ensured that he would take her for himself, be concious of what he was doing to her, rather than simply force her or "train" her as one of the Emperor's concubines. That may still happen, she reminded herself, but right now, he wants me for who I am now, not what I should be. And that makes all the difference.

"As you command, My Lord." Again the deference in her voice, her eyes, her demeanor. She was very careful now that she was walking her customary tightrope once more. But she took one last chance before obeying his command: She stood to her full height and, going on tiptoes, kissed the Head Trainer full on the mouth. A quick lick of his bottom lip before turning around, kneeling on the floor, bending over with arms straight in front of her, her firm, round ass to him.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

Farsiris awoke with a sense of anticipation she could not immediately identify. She tossed aside her silken pillows as she stirred restlessly… what was it?

“The slaves!” She pulls herself upright; the silken sheet slides down her chest revealing her naked skin as she reached for the bell pull. She was too excited to wait; she climbed out of her bed and reached for her robe, sliding the light silk over her arms as she laughs with delight.

“Besan!” Farsiris calls out for her maid, even though she know the slave is already on her way. “The time, girl! The time! What time is it?”

A figure stirs in her bed, and a soft-curled blond head looks out from under the silk bed coverings. He coughs politely to get Farsiris’ attention. The young man, at 18 a scant two years younger than from Farsiris, his cheeks blushing pink at the sight of Farsiris barely concealed body, was a world apart from the young Countess in sexual experience. Or was until last night, when Farsiris did what she could to close the distance.

Farsiris turns to look at the coughing, blushing young an in her bed and smiles warmly. “There’s no need to blush, Costa.” She is pleased to find she remembers his name… so often by morning she has forgotten them. “That was an exceptionally energetic effort for a first attempt, and you know the second was even better. I know, there is no need for me to flatter you, I’m sure you felt it, too.” She leans over the bed and kisses Costa’s lips and allows him the full view of the alabaster body as she bends to him. Her warm breath bushes his neck as she whispers something into his ear. The young man’s blush deepens as Farsiris stands up.

“You must dress and leave now, Costa, before half the court sees you closing my door behind you.” Her smile is teasing and her tone is light but really all she wants is for him to hurry and leave, so she can enjoy the rest of her day. She is done with him, and her mind moves on to more interesting things as Besan helps her dress for the day.

“Countess, the factor sent a messenger, the slaves will arrive in an hour.”

********
Reclining on her couch, Farsiris’ flaming hair is piled on her head in an artful arrangement of loose falling curls, her body is clad in a gown of green silk that seems to know exactly when it should gracefully flow around her and when it should lightly skim over her. Dark green ribbon crosses around her breast and wraps her slender waist in dropping circles and her graceful arms wear bracelets of gold. The nervous tapping of her foot spoils the elegant picture of courtly beauty.

If she was inclined to think of such things, she would realize that precautions or not, taking a giant warrior for a house slave was a dangerous thing to do. However, Farsiris is not inclined think such reasonable thoughts …

She nearly jumps to answer the door when there is a knock; instead, she waves to Besan to open it. The look on Besan’s pink-cheeked face was very telling as she stepped aside to let the others enter Farsiris chamber, and Farsiris smiled at her slave’s discomfiture...

She sharply drew a breath as he entered her quarters, three armed guards flank him, but she barely noticed them. She has eyes only for her new possession. He looks larger than I remembered, she thinks as her eyes wander over him. The simple slave tunic does not do him justice, he will look much better in the household colors. His pride is evident it he way he stands, the way he holds his head, the set of his shoulders; a master of posing for affect Farsiris recognizing contrived postures when she them, his stance is perfectly natural. I bet he would stand much the same way, if he were alone, even if no one was watching him.

“Besan get the household chains, so they can take those ugly things off him. Then bring in the other new slave.”

As Besan leaves the room, Farsiris sits back down on the couch and admires the new addition to her household. She chews on her lower lip as her eyes graze over his face; her emerald eyes touch his blue the gaze never locks. Besan returns with a new set of chains and the great rope of heavy links that bind the Northman are exchanged for a delicate string of pretty sliver colored links. One of guards protest but Farsiris waves away his concerns. They would hold a woman and most men but in time, a strong man could fatigue the metal…

“Besan, stand them together, let me see if they match.”

Besan returned with the slave, a Northern woman, with short blond and curvaceous figure, she is very pretty but looks nothing like the Northman.

Farsiris eyes the two of them as she speaks, her voice is cool as she addresses her two new slaves but the hint of a smug smile occasionally breaks on to her lips “I was told the two of you were taken during the same uprising against the Emperor. I was also told the two of you are brother and sister.” She cants her head to side, letting her fiery curls spill down one shoulder. “I sincerely hope this is true. For your sake," she shrugs a delicate shoulder, "otherwise I have no use for either of you.”

“Girl, what are your names?”

 

[poohlive]

"Yes, we are," She said, nodding her head. But, her head was to the ground, face covered by the strands of blonde hair concealing her. She didn't wish to be looked at, or talked to. Her voice quivereds slightly, shaking so the chains rattled lightly against her frame.

For him, it seemed the opposite. He sat there, quietly, watching them change the chains. He even helped... so much as moving his arms so the smaller pieces of chain could wrap around his muscles. They looked almost like jewelry, as if he were asked to wear a bracelet instead of chains.

His voice echoed as if coming from some canyon. Indeed it could have, with his chest barreled out the way it was.

"She is Jennifer, and I am Davis. What do you want with me?"

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon felt his lips tingle with the shock of it, as Shanti kissed him on the mouth.

This was clearly, expressly forbidden......a kiss on the lips from a slave to a Trainer, was absolutely against the Code, and worthy of severe punishment.
And yet.......before he could react, or overcome his astonishment, or show any sign of anger or disapproval, she had prostrated herself in front of him, with her delicious bottom wiggling invitingly at him, in a way that sent another jolt of desire through his unsuspecting system.

This girl really, truly, was something else. Again, Tallon had the feeling that she had this sixth sense, this empathy, about what he wanted from her, what he needed, and that was more valuable than all the taught skills in the Palace. He should punish her, or at least reprimand her........but later, maybe later. He had a surprise of his own up his sleeve.
"You should be punished," he managed to grunt, "for that act of disrespect."
There was a pregnant silence, in which Shanti just lay very still, her heart pounding, giving her bottom the barest, tiniest little shake.

Tallon instinctively, helplessly, found his huge fingersd unbuttoning his tunic, freeing his huge, and very swollen cock.

"You do not know the Code? You should be taught!"

Moving towards her, his heart beating faster, surveying the soft, pale, inviting globes of her bare bottom.

Tallon knew that at this point some of the girls actually fainted, convinced as they were that he was going to enter them from behind, which was daunting enough, given his huge size, or, even worse, perform anal sex with them, which would be terrifyingly painful. But Tallon frowned upon acts of sodomy, as he saw them, and the sexual act, while pleasurable in itself, was not something he often practised with slaves. He preferred to take his pleasure, and train them, in other, more unusual ways.

"You will learn to respect me."

Quickly he straddled her then, his legs either side of her, lowering his very large, thick cock downwards until it touched the softness of her bare bottom, leting out a soft grunt as it nestled in the crack between her pale cheeks. His large body on top of her, heavy yet not suffocating, his huge hands taking her long hair and scrunching it, gathering it so as to pull her head backwards towards him.

"This, you will do for me. Not for the Emperor, for me." Tallon felt the stab of rebellion run through him then, which shocked him to the core. Yet the girl was just trembling her soft cheeks against him, almost imperceptibly, but in a way that was completely irresistable.

"You will rub yourself back against me.........Iyou will please me by doing this. You have a debt to pay, for your insouicance."

He began to move against her then, he could not help it. Back and forth his cock rubbed, up and over her soft, inviting cheeks, his heavy balls squashing into her bare flesh, as his hands pulled at her hair, twisted her locks, and his breathing began to come faster, and more urgent.

"You will learn how to please me........rub against me, rub, girl, rub now!"

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

"Yes, we are." The girl’s reply pleases Farsiris, but watching the girl as she speaks, Farsiris eyes briefly narrow, she hears the quiver in her voice but does not notice the quiet rattling of the chains. The girls bowed head and concealed face tell Farsiris more than enough, for now, the girl is still turning inward.

The brother on the other hand is not looking inward, he is pushing forward, looking outward, and he shows no fear. Farsiris doubts he even thinks he has anything to fear.

"She is Jennifer, and I am Davis. What do you want with me?" He speaks with a deep, resonating voice that would echo off the walls were the sound not muffled by the abundance of cushions, curtains, and rich wall hangings.

“Besan, take… Jennifer…” she wraps her tongue around the unfamiliar name, “to the kitchen, see that she is fed and bathed.” She waves a hand, shooing the two from the room turning back to the brother but still speaking to Besan, “She’ll need to be changed into the household livery, if she is going to stay.”

“Davis, Davis…” Again, an unfamiliar name and she is not certain she likes that; she may have to change it…

Her silk gown pools in elegant fold as she reclines back on the couch, and a smirking grin tugs at the corner of Farsiris' lips, “You will be my devoted… companion and protector and your sister will serve in my household, in some capacity." She lifts a pale shoulder in a graceful shrug. "Of course, you will be grateful for my generosity, and show your appreciation, because it is a far better fate then being chained to an oar on galley or lying on your back in a brothel.”

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti & Tallon

"You should be punished for that act of disrespect."


Beyond his words, Shanti perceived Tallon's inward struggle. His voice again betrayed him--it was throaty, husky, full of desire. As he spoke of some "code" with which Shanti was unfamiliar, she was more than aware of her vulnerability in her current position--prostrate on the ground, her bare ass facing him. She could hear him opening his tunic and he was breathing faster as he continued to speak. A shiver ran of apprehension ran through her body...or was it one of excitement?

"This, you will do for me. Not for the Emperor, for me."

And then her reward. She knew that her survival depended upon Tallon seeing her as a woman, not as an object to be trained for eventual placement in the Emperor's harem. To do that, she had to behave differently than any of the others who had come before her, and that meant taking risks. By deciding to now take her for himself, even just this once, Shanti knew she had succeeded. Tallon was not objectifiying her and finally saw her as someone apart from the other girls. She planted her feet firmly onto her mental cliff-side path, having once again avoided tumbling into the chasm below.

However, as Tallon placed a tree trunk of a leg on either side of her, she momentarily despaired. Remembering his huge cock, she thought of the agony she would have to endure should he choose to sodomize her. As he grabbed fistfuls of hair, she prayed to the gods that he would not see the anxiety on her face. She shuddered involuntarily as she felt his warm, throbbing cock against her ass. The chasm was looming, ever closer now...

"You will rub yourself back against me.........you will please me by doing this. You have a debt to pay, for your insouicance."

Shanti let out a small sigh of relief and relaxed as Tallon began to rock his body against her, crushing his balls between them. So, this was another of his preferences, like his penchant for panties and long, delicate fingers. She smiled inwardly as she stored away this piece of information. Confident that she could take control of this situation now, she began to move against him, positioning her body to trap his balls between them. She arched her back, moving her ass against his rock-hard cock, using their bodies to squeeze his balls. She wiggled her ass back and forth against his groin, feeling his warm sack against her pussy lips and even she couldn't stop the moan from escaping her lips. Tallon's hands tightened their grip in her hair, setting a rhythm for them, pulling her back against him, pushing her away, his cock sliding against her firm, round ass, his balls slapping against her now-wet pussy. Without thinking, Shanti moved a hand to her breasts, pinching and squeezing a hard nipple, as Tallon's breathing came in sharp, quick pants. He set a steady pace and she matched it easily, pressing hard against him as their bodies came together, moving her ass up with each thrust to put maximum pressure on his cock.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon just had to close his eyes in the moment, there was nothing else for it. Normally he would be watching a girl's every move, detatched from the pleasure she would be attempting to give him, refining techiniques, adjusting positionings, barking the occasional harsh correction.

But not this time.

The way she moved against him, the way she wriggled her soft, bare bottom so artfully against his helplessly swollen cock, was almost more than he could endure.

He began to rub himself up and down, up and down her crack, harder and faster as she pushed back against him, wriggling her ass ever so slightly, perfectly in tune with his increasingly rapid movements. The first spill of precum flooded from his cock, leaking out all over her bare ass, making everything slippery, and Talllon gave another grunt of pleasure, louder this time, and he pulled her head back further, licking the base of her neck like a male lion with his mate, as he rubbed his cock and balls harder and more frantically against Shanti's wriggling, rubbing, teasing ass, feeling the pleasure gathering and tightening in his heavy balls, losing all sense of where and even who he was, whispering into her ear, "Tell me you want my cumm, you want it all over your bare ass! Use the words I gave you! Wriggle and squirm and do not stop!"

 

[brigid_fitch]

Shanti & Tallon

His warm tongue lapped her neck, his breath evaporating the saliva as he panted against her. Shanti felt the weight of his body on top of her, rocking, his hard cock sliding against her ass, now also wet with him.

"Tell me you want my cumm, you want it all over your bare ass! Use the words I gave you! Wriggle and squirm and do not stop!"

His voice in her ear, a harsh, strained whisper as he tried to hold back. Now she was in control; he had given it to her. He would not cum until she repeated his command. A battle raged in her head--continue to tease him or give him the release he obviously wanted, needed. But her own desire overtook her. She did want to feel him cum, but inside her, filling her, allowing her the sweet release that she, too, yearned. The impossibility of the situation was a trapped animal racing through her mind. Keep him on edge for too long and he could turn violent. With his hands entwined in her hair, pulling her head back, he could easily reach down and snap her neck. Ask for more and he could revert back to his previous self--a Head Trainer instructing slaves for the Emperor's pleasure. The control he had given her slipped away like quicksilver. She would have to cede this battle to him.

"My Lord, I want your cum. Let me feel your pleasure on my bare ass. Show me how well I have performed my duties."

And with that, Shanti thrust her ass against Tallon, pressing his balls against her cunt, writhing against him, calculating her next move.

 

[poohlive]

He had though to use himself as a bargaining chip, maybe to throw himself at her. She would let his sister go for his loyalty, but no, it would do no good. What would his sister do all by herself?

Here as a maid is not such a bad life. She would have wamrth and shelter, food to eat and plenty to do. He could watch over her and protect her. All this woman asked for in return was for him to be her protector?

A king, or a prince, or some baron would need the protection of him, but not this dainty little girl. Not someone like her. She needed nothing more than a couple of butlers to make sure her pillows were fluffed each day.

He went down to his knees in front of her, his tall lean frame still towering, still tightly, but now he looked toward her, at her, through her. He wanted to study her, wanting to know what she truly wanted with such a brute.

"You have my sister, and so you have me. I am at your command, dear Farsiris. I make a good protector... and an even better companion."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

Not even to herself, would Farsiris admit a mild disappointment with his easy acquiescence.

However, the sight of him on his knees brought a girlish smile of pleasure to her lips and she congratulated herself on coming up with such a simple plan to be in command of the giant slave. Of course, no one could ever know how brilliantly she handled the matter of gaining control over him; it would be much more exciting to leave them wondering how she did it.

"You have my sister, and so you have me. I am at your command, dear Farsiris. I make a good protector... and an even better companion."

She tried to suppress her smile, but even as she sucked her lower lip into her mouth and pressed it between her teeth, the corners of her mouth continued their rise into her softly flushing cheeks.

She shook her head. Her voice was soft and patronizing, like a whisper spoken to a still learning child. “No, Davis. You do not call me by name. To you, I am ‘my lady’ or ‘Countess’. You are not my family, you are not my equal; you are simply mine. Do you understand?”

“Now,” She lifted her well-manicured hand and placed it on his shoulder, she ran it across his tunic until her fingers found the knotted muscle where shoulder meets neck.

“This will not do.” She ran her fingers around the warm, bare skin of his neck, enjoying the feel of his skin and hard muscle beneath delicate hand.

“You’ll need a collar to signify your status, but something special, I think, not the usual simple leather.” A spark of hunger ignited in her emerald eyes as her hand drifted back across his shoulder. “And a special livery, too. Something to show you at your best.”

 

[poohlive]

"No," His word simple and hardened. He nearly had to stop from letting a shiver run down his spine at her touch. What a soft and brilliant touch, such delicate fingers to touch his hardened caloused skin.

"You have my loyalty for my sister's sake, but not my respect. I will not parade around for you, I will not wear your frilly little outfits, and I will not stand by while you can show me off for your friends."

He took her hand in his own, not hard... it took effort, to touch her as softly as he could. He guided her hand down from where it touched him, where it was trying to make him feel soo good. He just couldn't have her touch him there, couldn't have her touch him at all when he tried to talk to her. He could not concentrate.

"If you wish a bodyguard then you have me... if you want some show pony, I suggest you buy one."

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon could hear nothing but the pounding of blood in his ears, feel nothing but the delicious, repeated sensation of Shanti's soft bare bottom rubbing back against his cock and balls, as he pressed down onher, pinning her, rubbing his cock more and more frantically as he felt the tingling beginning in his balls, his hot breath panting against her neck, and then at last, with a mighty grunt, he came, biting into her soft neck as his cock erupted, spewing his hot creamy seed all over her bottom, her back, her thighs.

Shanti felt the shock of the hot liquid on her soft skin, smiled inwardly to herself as the great figure on top of her grunted, and shook, and gasped in pleasure.She was providing this for him, she was responsible for what she knew was an earth-shattering orgasm for him, but this time it was her body that had received the full force of it, and not her panties.
Her neck may be sore where he had bitten it, her body was now all sticky and wet..........but it was definitely worth it.

After he had come, Tallon continued to lie on top of her, careful not to put his whole weight on her, but enjoying the little wriggles she was still giving him, still reminding him that she was there, and capable of giving him more pleasure, should he need it.

Still gripping her hair, keeping her pinned under him, so she could even feel his great heart beating against her, he finally broke the silence.

"You do not need to be trained, at least not in the arts of pleasure. The arts of etiqutte, and manners, and respect.........that may be different."

He paused for a moment, allowing this to sink in. No matter how good she was, he was not going to let her think he was going to forget about the kiss, or the gift of panties, or the other small but telling acts she had performed, that violated the Code.

"I wish to learn where and how you learnt your skills. There are few that impress me now, few things I have not seen, few experiences I have not had."

He climbed off her, his face still reddened and flushed from the intensity of his pleasure.

"Go now, and clean yourself. Then you will come back to me, and you will tell me more about where you are from, and where you learnt these......skills. Were you trained by a different Trainer? I find it hard to believe that you learnt from village boys, if a village is where you are from. I will expect you back here, before sundown."

His green eyes blazed at her, brooking no more argument.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

"No," She raised an eyebrow at his plainly spoken word and silently mouthed the word in return. However, she was curious, at least more curious than angry at his refusal so she did not lose her smile she just waited to hear what would come next.

"You have my loyalty for my sister's sake, but not my respect. I will not parade around for you, I will not wear your frilly little outfits, and I will not stand by while you can show me off for your friends."

She allowed him to remove her hand from his neck without comment but her emerald eyes had narrowed. His words were beginning to irritate her, but as long as she was in control of her temper, she refused to acknowledge it as anger.

"If you wish a bodyguard then you have me... if you want some show pony, I suggest you buy one."

Farsiris raised her other hand and placed it, on his neck. Her long fingers reached behind his ear while her thumb chased the line of his jaw. He truly is beautiful, she thought, not as Daniel had been beautiful, not boyish, and angelic - no, he is beautiful like a wild animal, powerful and deadly. She felt the familiar shiver of excitement dance its way down her spine and smiled on him.

“Oh, Davis.” Her excitement lessened her anger, enabling her to speak with some genuine tolerance in her condescending voice, “You don’t say no to me, not ever. You will learn I am a tolerant woman, and find more effective ways voice your objections, but for now, you must know you don’t say no to me.”

Her smile is almost pleasant, as she watches her thumb move back the line of his jaw to his ear. “If you don’t stand by me, whether I am near friends or enemies, you will not be able to protect me, severely limiting your effectiveness and your value to me. What good is a bodyguard I cannot keep close me? You will accompany whenever I wish it.”

Her hand moved down the side of his neck, feeling so warm beneath beneath... “There will be no frilly clothes for you. I will be relying on your size and ability to intimidate. Dressing you like a little girl will defeat that but you will be collared and suitably garbed.”

She smile broadened, “Now, it is important you understand this, it is always what I want that is the only thing that matters. If I want you to be my pony, if I choose to ride you through the halls of the Emperor’s court, you will help me saddle up.”

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

It was not in Tallon's nature to engage in any self-analysis......he was a soldier, and thoiught along practical, outward-looking lines.
But once more, Shanti's behaviour, and his own reaction to it, made him feel uneasy, unsure, and ever so slightly vulnerable. At times he wished for the simple, harsh life of the desert, where a man needed to rely on himself for survival, or in times of war, his friends.
Nothing was complicated, the rules and language were understood by all.
And usually, the slaves followed the same rules, or they were brutally punished - it was that simple.

So why had he not punished this girl? She had flouted the Code, even behaved in a manner that could be construed as disrespectful. And yet.......he had failed to punish her. He had wanted her, that was for sure, but previously he had always managed to get exactly what he wanted, without negotiation. There was only one other woman, before this one, that he dod not have complete control over, and that was his sister.

Quickly he pushed the thoughts and implications that threatened to flood his mind.
He needed to be on his guard, he was sure about that. And now there was more unwelcome news - he had had word that his sister had been to the Auctions.
They were not forbidden, but he knew that the Northern tribes were dangerous, and if she had bid for one, she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

He knew that she would see him as interfering, and in one way at least the diversion might keep her out of high-ranking nobles' beds for a while, but still..........there had been more than one instance of a proud Nordic slave twisting off the head of a spiteful mistress, after one humiliation too many. And knowing Farisis as he did, humiliation was something she was far too good at.

He would see for himself, and be back in his chambers before sundown.

 

[poohlive]

If he kept allowing her to touch him like this, he would do whatever she asked of him, with or without his sister to be part of the bargain. She wanted some frilly frivolous showpony, she wanted beauty and the beast. All he was, was a beast.

"You ask so much of me Fars... Countess, I do not know of your high life or society. All I know is my shop and the battlefield. Now you want to dress me up and show me around?"

His large hand came up to hers, trying to stop her from touching, but in the end it only chased her soft pale skin from her hand up to her arm and back again.

"You can't force me... Countess. You can make me wear your clothing, you can put your collar around my neck and pretend that you own me, but no one owns me."

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

"You ask so much of me Fars... Countess, I do not know of your high life or society. All I know is my shop and the battlefield. Now you want to dress me up and show me around?"

“Of course, Davis.” She smiled as his warm rough hand moved up the length of her smooth arm. “You are beautiful, why wouldn’t I want to show you off? Everyone will think…” She moved her hand, gently grazing his cheek with her fingertips, before she took his chin into her hand and looked into his eyes, “…whatever they want to think, but you will know the truth – which is only the love you have for your sister binds you to me and keeps you from snapping my slender neck. I only expect you to do in public what I have already seen you do - stand proudly, with your chin up.”

She felt only the slightest twinge as she recalled how she hated it when her husband paraded her in front of his cronies. After all, she learned to deal with it, so could Davis.

"You can't force me... Countess. You can make me wear your clothing, you can put your collar around my neck and pretend that you own me, but no one owns me."

“You can think whatever you like, it does not matter, but we both know that as long as I own your sister, I own you in all the ways that matter to me. I saw you on the block and I wanted you. You, not her. I could have let her go with Shanle, to one of his many brothels. She would have been auctioned her night to one of his customers, because virgin or not, it is unlikely has been used, as she will be there… Instead, she is in the kitchen with Besan, safe from any man. All because I saw you and wanted you.”

She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “You will see; it will not be all bad.”

 

[poohlive]

His sister out of harm's way, inside some kitchen to make breads and gossip about the weather and other silly things. She could live and eat and thrive and even find happiness, and all he had to do was become her show pony.

And she kissed him as well. She kissed and touched him the way her words trickled into his mind, with low loving caresses. They touched in all the right spots, and made all the right places feel warm.

"I can stand for you," His voice softer, warmer, his lips thick with her taste. She had the right way of saying the wrong thing, and all he could do was follow. His hands over her own, such soft delicate hands.

"Are you not scared to touch me? I am of you... I feel as if I might break you if I touch too hard."