Saved By My Slave Mate

First Time

First Time

Eight: Clay

I was woken up by a hard kick to my stomach from my tormenter. I crack my eyes open at him. “Oh, your awake good. Now get up you are needed in the torture room to clean and give aid to one of the fighters.” My eyes open wide as I hurry and stand up before he can kick me again. I move slowly as my stomach is really hurting with every move I make. I go to the outhouse and do my business before washing up with soap and water. I can only think of the white-haired goddess when my tormentor told me to go to the torture room. She was the only one not accounted for after the auction yesterday.

After the fiasco of her kicking the Queens brother for trying to touch her. She was dragged away. I worried about her all night long trying to convince myself it was because I knew what was going to happen to her. However, if I’m being honest to myself, it is because I feel drawn to her. I have never in my whole twenty-six years of living been drawn to anyone and I liked it that way. I had made a promise to myself that I would never have a Fated Mate or take a Chosen Mate as my kind has a death sentence. If anyone was to find out that I’m a shifter I would be killed on the spot. I cannot sentence my own offspring to a life living in the shadows always wondering if today is the day I cannot control my temper and shift.

I start to think of the old lady that raised me until her untimely death. I feel tears start to well up and I push her memory to the back of my mind. No time for foolishness. I have work to do before I myself am punished. I stop at the post outside of the cell I share with my tormentor and grab my medical bag. I check its contents to make sure I have all I need to clean and give medical aid as I was trained to do. I notice that the curing balm is not in my sack. I give my left foot to know for sure if it was my tormentor who took it. He loves to see me get in trouble and beat for things he does and blames me. I sigh making my way to the office to ask for more.

I reach the only medical room we have where Stars best friend Missy sitting at a desk reading over something. This female is so smart and can fix almost anyone but she has such an evil streak in her. I shudder at some of the things I have witnessed her do as she would laugh. She looks up at me with a gleam of s****l need in her eyes. I want to puck every time I see her. Thank Goddess I’m a house slave to the Slave House or she would have probably already had me. “What do you want dung?” She asks me trying to be seductive. I keep my eyes on the ground. “I am in need of more curing balm, ma’am.” I say without a stutter.

I hear the chair scrapping backwards. As I see her move to the cabinets that have all sorts of medical aids in it. I hear the click unlocking it and a scrap of her picking up a jar. I hear the door close and the lock being reengaged. The next thing I know her feet are in front of me very close. I take a step back and hear her chuckle. “This is the second jar this month. Next time you are going to owe me a p*****t or I can go to Master and have you punished. Don’t come back again until next month.” She sneers at me. A shudder of revolution runs through my body at what she has said. I would rather be beaten to an inch of my life before I would touch her. I don’t say anything as I grab the jar and run out the door. Her laughter following me out into the hallway.

I breath a sigh of relief as I make it to the hallway where the torture room is. I’m glad she didn’t’ try to touch me this time. As I see the door to the torture room, I can feel pain coming from inside the room. I hate this room with everything in me. The witch that trained me and told me what I truly am before she died. She was the only slave that knew how to heal and was told to train me at the early age of seven. This was so I could take over her job. Healing the slaves with hardly any supplies. They didn’t really care if the slaves were in pain. I just had to make sure their wounds didn’t get infected and they could still work. The witch showed me though what herb to mix into the curing balm to take away the pain. I have a couple of baggies in my bag of the dried herbs.

Before I open the door to the torture room, I go to the room next door to get a bucket of water to wash the body before treating it. Coming out of the water room I turn the handle on the torture rooms door. Opening the door, it makes a creaking sound making me cringe before shutting the door. The lights have been left on and I see the marred back of the silver haired goddess in front of me. They really did a number on her. At least it only looks like the whip was used on her even if I don’t see a patch of undamaged skin on her whole backside including her legs. There are much worst things that could have been done to her.

I walk up to her back and sit the warm water bucket down on the floor. Sitting my bag next to it I open it and pull out a clean rag. I take some liquid soap out and add it to the water. Mixing it around until the sudds start to develop, I drop the rag in. I look back up and want to cry at the wounds that are seeping blood. I ring the rag out and carefully start at her neck and start to wash her body. I have done this many, many times before on just as many different souls but for some reason this time feels so different. I feel like she is calling me being this close to her. I feel so nervous and really just want to reach out and touch her. To see if she really is as soft as she looks with her pale milky skin.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. This female is in pain and I need to clean and treat her to take away that pain. I feel anger as I see the lash marks on the balls of her feet. Whoever tortured her wants her to remember it every time she walks. This just pisses me off to no end. It’s bad enough to hurt another but to make it last even after all is said and done is just plain evil in my book. It will take forever for her feet to heal as every time she walks it will reopen the wounds. I wash the back of her feet gently. When done, I stand up looking at her back. The bleeding has stopped so I can now put on the curing balm.

Taking a pouch of dried herbs out of my bag I add it to the jar of curing balm and mix it together. Taking out a clean dry rag. I stand and gently start to apply to her wounds. The whole time I work on her back she doesn’t say or react to what I’m doing. It would make me wonder if she feels anything except my gift says she does. I still feel the pain radiating off of her even it she doesn’t show it. I smile at how strong this female is. It makes me scared for her also. That personality trait is what is going to get her killed before long. They do not let the strong live and break or kill them as soon as possible to keep others from thinking of retaliating against them.

I feel the instant relief as I finish with her back. Most of her pain has been taken away. I smile feeling proud of myself for making her feel better. My heart light I wipe the smile off of my face and keep my gaze lower so I don’t look her in her eyes. As I pick up my stuff and walk to her front. I automatically feel her gaze on me. I feel her surprise and something I can’t quite put a name to coming off of her. I want so badly to look at her face but I keep my head down and concentrate on cleaning had offering aid to her body.

I start to wash her feet and legs. I come up to the junction of her thighs and I try not to look at the tuff of hair that hides her intimate spot even though I lose my beath at seeing it. I never touch anyone in that spot. That is not for me to touch. I bypass it, trying hard not to stick my nose in it and take a deep breath. I feel myself harden and am pissed that she has this effect on me. I calm myself down and continue. When I get to her chest, I have great difficulties not dropping the rag to touch her. I hurry and finish washing her still not raising my eyes to her face. I then wring out the rag in the bucket and step to her side to wash her hand and arm the do the same process to the other.

I don’t have the nerve to look at her face yet as I my member is still so hard at the sight of her naked body. I drop the rag into the warm water and take hold of the balm. She has welts on her sides wrapping around to her thighs and chest. One even marks her left breast to her n****e. I feel a rage like never before stir in me. I take a step back to calm myself down as I feel something I have never felt before. Could this female be my fated mate? That is the only explanation I can think of. I will not accept her or anyone. With that thought in my mind I will my body and mind to calm down. I step forward and treat her wounds and lock my emotions up. I drop the rage into my bag. With a sigh I raise my eyes to her face.