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He moved my hands to a bar in front of me and quickly bound by wrists to it with a leather strap. I wanted to turn my head around, but thought better of it. Breathing slowly, I convinced myself not to panic. He could do anything he wished to me; I would have to wait and see what he wanted.
I felt his hands run across my backside and between my legs, without the cloth this time. He explored my pussy and ass completely using water to moisten his fingers. His breathing was heavy and it filled my ears. I heard him stand behind me and his clothing rustled.
I had heard my uncles masturbating enough to know what he was doing. I didn’t turn my face from the wall. Soon, I felt the warm ejaculate land on my bare back as he groaned. A damp cloth softly wiped it away and a second one dried my skin. When Master Christof was done he asked me to stand and he took my arms off the bar. He re attached the chain at my waist to cover me.
I didn’t look at him; I just stared at the floor. What had just transpired felt odd. Considering how today was going for me that was really saying something.
“Thank you, Ciara,” he said in a strained voice as we left the bathroom.
That was a shock. No one had thanked me for sex today. He didn’t really even use me and he said thank you. That made me feel guilty for thinking he was weird.
“You’re welcome, Master Christof,” I said as we made our way back to the table.
No one mentioned how long we had been gone and the table continued with light conversation. The men got really excited when a small dish was brought out. The man bringing food to our table scooped five spoonfuls of granules onto the plate.
Master Kein carefully picked up the small plate and brought it to his face. “Watch Ciara,” he commanded.
He stuck his tongue out and a little of the stuff on the plate stuck to it. I was just glad he didn’t snort it up his nose. He lowered the plate to my level and I copied him.
I saw colors shooting in front of me. The walls of the restaurant seemed to be breathing with me. I grabbed onto Master Bane and Master Kein and held onto their legs to steady myself. If they hadn’t taken me to the bathroom before, I would have pissed myself right then. I still had my presence of mind, but my senses were all screwed up. I felt like I could taste color and see flavor.
Thankfully, the feelings didn’t last long. They were fading as I saw Master Kein offering me the plate a second time and I risked angering them.
“Masters, I’ll eat anything else you want but not that. I don’t think it’s good for humans. I feel all screwed up when I taste it and my mind isn’t right. Please, Masters, anything else,” I begged.
“Doesn’t it taste good, Ciara?” Master Damien asked, folding his hands and looking at me.
“I don’t taste anything, Master Damien. The walls move and it feels like my eyes are exploding. I promise Master, I’ll eat anything else,” I repeated my plea. The room was still spinning around just a little bit.
Master Bane tilted my face to his and requested I repeat what I had just told Master Damien. I did and he sat still watching me intently for a moment.
“Perhaps it isn’t good for humans. We should get something different for Ciara,” Master Bane said taking the plate from Master Kein and tasting it again.
They brought me a slippery thing that Master Bane had to feed me from the bowl. It reminded me of the time I had flan at a Mexican restaurant. It did not make me high and I enjoyed it, if not for that reason only.
Walking home with my owners the streets were much quieter. A few salesmen were still out, but it looked like everyone was packing up. I was surprised when a man stumbled out of a door way and directly in our path.
The man now blocking our way was angry. He had a healing cut across his nose and a nasty look on his face. He clenched his fists and looked like he wanted a fight.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
Master Damien calmly took stock of the situation. His brothers held their positions and seemed to be waiting patiently. When the other man didn’t speak, Master Damien did.
“Move yourself, cousin, we have no quarrel with you,” he said simply.
“Weaklings!” the man spat out taking a step toward us. “Do you not need our women now, Warriors? Will you leave us, the shopkeeps and the lowly men to them? So what if they take our brothers, eh? No concern of yours anymore is it? You have a precious little slave to tend your needs,” he sneered.
The men surrounding me didn’t even flinch during the man’s rant. I glanced at Master Kein, who stood beside me, and his face looked neutral. They didn’t even seem to be agitated.
“We take our turn with the women just as you do,” Master Damien answered calmly. “If you have lost a brother, we will search for him, just as we always have. The slave is not your concern. Now move out of our way.”
The aggressive man took another step toward us and my men did not move. Master Damien spoke to him again. He instructed the man to desist, picking a fight with Warriors would only end up getting him hurt.
Whoever this strange man was seemed too upset to really understand what a bad idea this was. Looking between the men it was easy to see who would win a fight. The men surrounding me were built and toned. The aggressive man, although he was tall, didn’t seem to have the same muscular physique as my companions.
The angry man rushed at Master Damien quite suddenly. I cringed expecting a brawl. There wasn’t one. Instead Master Damien brushed the man’s flying fists away and shoved him back several steps.
“Draw your weapon, coward!” the man screamed running forward again.
The process repeated with Master Damien delivering a resounding open palm slap to the man’s face this time. He never drew his weapon and he seemed intent on not harming the crazy man. This enraged the already upset man.
The third time the man approached Master Damien I barely saw the motion that snapped the man’s jaw to the side. Stepping groggily the man seemed much less angry and just dazed now. That punch would have shattered my face; I was sure of it.
“I have no wish to harm you, cousin,” Master Damien said calmly. “If you try to fight with me again, we will take you to the Administrators.”
Suddenly, two other men showed up at the aggressor’s sides. They cajoled him and pulled him back inside the building. They apologized and bowed their heads to my companions as they stepped away. We continued our walk home without further incident.
As we walked back to the compound, I wondered about what the man had said. Thinking back on the day, I didn’t remember seeing anyone that would have passed for female that wasn’t a slave. By what I’d seen, all the slaves seemed to be aliens here. Where were the native women?
I heard my mother’s voice in my head, in one of her few sober moments, recommending I be patient. “All things in good time,” she would say to me. That seemed like good advice for now.
Back inside the Warrior’s compound I felt much more comfortable walking around in my outfit, even if it was mostly see through. Master Evan nudged Master Damien and pointed to a group of men standing by the wall. Master Damien turned and walked toward them calling out a greeting.
I remembered before and kept my head resolutely down. I was a little disappointed when I didn’t see a little set of feet with the men. I would have enjoyed talking to someone.
I was distracted by the pink plants lining the wall. A little silver thing shaped like a fly was zooming around them. Without warning one of the plants shot out a tendril and caught the fly. The tendril dragged the bug into the depths of a tiny pink vase. It was fascinating. Bugs seemed to like to land on the leafy base of the pink plant, but if they flew above it; they got nabbed.
My new name was suddenly booming into my ears and I jumped up turning around. Master Evan’s roguish face was inches from mine. Inadvertently, I had crouched down to watch the funny little plants; when I bounded up he was leaning over me. Any closer and I would have been kissing him.
He reached forward and pulled the strips of fabric back over my breasts, making a point to brush my nipples. He smiled down at me impishly.
“You are irritating Master Damien by not listening to him, go apologize,” he whispered in my ear.