The Slave

Chapter 4

"There's no need for that."

Zhail looked at me as if I had grown an extra head. "I'm going to pretend as of you didn't just spill some dumb s**t, out of your mouth right now. We are going to the blacksmith to get that collar off your neck. So, let's go."

"There's no need to go to the blacksmith. The collar needs my finger print for it to open."

"Aww. Alright then, let's get you cleaned up and ready to be plowed." Zhail said, then laughed like a mad ostrich. 'Ready to be plowed. Who still uses the word "plowed" when referring to s*x?'

Zhail lead me out of the room and into a strategically and beautifully decorated hallway. The walls in the hallway was painted a comforting and gentle peach shade, stamped with gold designs.Giving the hall a relaxing vibe. The 5D effects on the gold designs, made the gold on the walls look as if they were dripping off the walls in a visible but slow motion. The paintings on the walls where beautiful. I have never been one to appreciate or rather indulge myself in art, but when I see something beautiful I recognize it's existence even if I have little to no knowledge about it. But it was obvious, that the paintings were indeed beautiful and that's all for me. Zhail lead me to the end of the hallway and lead to a spiral staircase that at one end lead down words, while the other end lead up words. Zhail lead me up the stairs. Our journey came to a pause when we reached to the end of the stairs that lead to a set of pure white gold double doors, that intimidated anyone that stood in it's presence and was not worthy enough to clean the dust of it's glorious body.

I almost took a step back.

By the side of the door, there was a scanner. It scanned the both of us, before it's red lights turned green, followed by an unpleasant beeping sound that only rang once, before the doors opened up and let us into it's what behind it.

When we stepped into the room behind the gold doors, it felt as if I stepped into a different realm. The walls where not the clinic white walls, I was use to. But was painted in a dark orange color that looked rusty, giving off the illusion of warmth, printed in gold designs like an embroidery on a fabric. We where in a parlor. A large sitting room that had cream colored chairs, with a center table made out of glass. I looked to my right but before I could get a clear picture of what dwelled on my right had side I was pulled up the stairs by Zhail in a shockingly rough manner and taken into a room, then into another room.

Zhail let go of my left arm and walked away from me. The room as was dragged into like a rag doll, was an exquisite looking bathroom. It was so thing I had never seen before. The the walls was painted in an off white color, the sink looked as is it was made from ice and the water that was frozen solid was glowing blue liquid.



The bathtub had water coming down from the ceiling like rain and into the wooden bathtub.



The toilet seat was made out of gold with white design patterns on it.



"Strip."

I began to strip just like Zhail commanded while he bused himself with other things, that I was not interested to know about.

"So let me give you a run down of what I'm going to do. First; I'm doing to bath you, Second; Groom you and lastly which is the Third; I'm going to prepare you for the Masters. Alright, get in the tub."

And I did. I wanted to tell him that I could bath myself and do all the other things his going to do, by myself. After all this wasn't the first time I'm about to have s*x with a master or masters. It's my job. But I didn't tell him, it made no sense doing someone else's job, the person wouldn't do mine. So why help when no one would ever help me.

Zhail did as he had listed. He bathed me, then groomed me, removing all and any little bit of body hair I have on my body. When it was time for the prepping, Zhail told me to go on all fours the positioned himself at my back. I could feel all he was doing to me.

I fist felt his lubricated fingers slid into me then the dildos that followed. I was painfully hard but I held myself, this was prepping besides I wasn't given permission from my masters to c*m from the pleasure a fellow slave like me, was giving me. So I held all in. Every moan, every pant, every groan, I held it all.

I heard the bathroom door open and looked up, Zhail also stopped what he's doing. Lieon stood there, looking at the both of us. He's looking at me on all fours with my back to Zhail, a very big black dildo buried deep inside me, with a rock hard d**k that is l*****g pre c*m like a broken pipe.

"That's enough Zhail, you can go." Lieon said, his voice sounding stained. He looked as if he wanted to say or do more but he held himself.

"Follow me, slave."

I did as he said and followed him out of the bathroom...

When I enter into the bedroom, I took in the rooms design. The room looked as if almost every was made out of wood, starting from the walls, to the bed, to the floor, to the drawers, to the door. They where all me out of wood, where light wood or dark wood, it was still a wood themed room. Seth was sitting on the bed with an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes was so sharp that if it was a blade it could cut through air. Seth's eyes landed on me once I stepped into the room, making me to quickly bow my head. A slave dose not look at the Master's eyes.

Lieon sat besides Seth, making me to stand before them with my head down and my hands at my back.

Minute passed without them saying a word to me. I could feel them staring at me, their eyes drilling holes in my head. Then I heard the sounds of buckles being undone, the sounds of trousers being zipped down followed.

"Come."

It was a single word that Seth said to me. A word with a double meaning to it, but with only one destination. It was a command. His voice gave no room for an augment. It was a single word but the voice and person that said it, held a lot of authority.

I stood in front of Seth, still possessing the same posture I took earlier on when I first stood before them

"Kneel."

Another one word command.

Their trousers were undone and their monstrous hard d***s, was on full display.

"Get to work slut."

And I did...

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I felt as he went in.

In so deep that he touched please no one has ever touched.

I want to screen in ecstasy but I held it all in.

All I could do was just watch as he destroyed me.

Then his brother took over.

They were one and the same.