A Slave to the Servants Ch. 27

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I went to the Keepers as usual the next morning. Damien reminded me of my mission as he sat me down.

“Help her,” he whispered in my ear glancing at Rose, “you understand why you must.”

I looked into his eyes and saw the promise of freedom.

“Yes, Damien, I will work,” I whispered up to him.

All morning I did my best. I tried to concentrate and help Rose. It was my job to keep my mind alert and awake. I had to stay strong and powerful. We had to escape.

Christof came to feed me at lunch. We sat under the trees in the forest with Basin and Rose. She assured them I had tried and stayed faithful to the job. Christof smiled at me as we ate. He believed I was trying.

The afternoon was difficult. I stepped into the warm water I loved and wanted to just slip into the quiet beneath the waves. Rose would not let me. She faced her own fear and we started to swim.

Back and forth we went, feeling the water rush over us as we moved through it. It was relaxing and invigorating all at once. Rose had been right, the exercise felt good after a while.

The men showed up to pick me up and I saw the happiness in Damien’s face. He clasped my shoulder and smiled. Bane did the same thing and Christof hugged me. They saw the improvement the right mindset had made in me.

I wasn’t dull or clouded. I had not given up. For the first time in a long time, I felt energetic.

The men handled the transport themselves today. Kein took the controls and we went to an area I’d never been before. It was set apart from the main compound and there were just a few buildings.

“Look around,” Damien encouraged as we stepped off the transport.

Right away I saw the cameras in the tall walls. They were embedded in the rock faces around us, just like in the mountains. The women watched this area very closely.

“This seems familiar,” I murmured turning around and looking.

The central area was walled off. In one section there was stadium type seating overlooking the main space. It was like standing in the middle of an arena.

My eyes lit up when I realized how I knew this space. Damien had “fought” with me in my dreams in a place like this. The central area was a sparring ground. The seats were so other men and boys could watch and learn or be entertained.

I asked if I was right and Kein explained. This was the training ground for the children slated to be Warriors. Inside walls just like these was where my family spent a good portion of their childhood.

This would be the perfect place to train me. Other Warriors would not bother us and the boys were excused from this area for the day. It would be our private training ground.

“Come on,” Christof encouraged pulling off my sparse ornamentation, “we have to get you dressed for this.”

The outfit they had bought me to fight in was quickly pulled over my head and up my legs. Within a few moments I stood before them in boots, pants, a white linen shirt, and my collar exercise was good for me.

Damien thanked the boys for the help and Tyle answered for his family, he was evidently the lead Brother.

“May we watch the slave train tomorrow eve?” the boy asked. “We aksaray escort will help again,” he promised.

“You are free to do as you wish,” Damien informed him. “This is your time of day to do with as you will.”

Damien’s answer seemed to please the boys. They enjoyed knowing this time was theirs. Much like everyone else they relished their freedom.

The boys gave a parting greeting and walked toward the exit. Bane grinned at me as they left.

“You did well, little Sister,” he said motioning back toward the spot we’d changed my clothes in. “We will enjoy training you this way.”

We stood in a small alcove as the pants and shirt were pulled from me. My boots were the last thing to go and my sandals quickly replaced them. Thanks to the exertion, my body was wet with sweat. I’d been working very hard in the yard. The blue fabric they lay over my breasts stuck to the prominent, raised nipples and adhered to the plump underside. The fabric hung around my waist and clung to my thighs, front and back.

While I was accustomed to nudity, the filmy fabric, when dry, did give me the illusion of privacy. I tugged at the delicate coverings and my hands were pulled away.

“Why did you..?” I started to ask looking up at Kein and noted his attention was glued to my top half.

I didn’t fight as he placed my hand at my side. He continued to stare as his fingers began to trace the areolas behind the gauze. My whole body shuddered at the light stimulation and my nipples rose to attention. It was easy to see Kein’s teeth were already dropped down watching the subtle change.

Looking at the other men I noted they were paying equal attention to my glistening form. A bead of sweat rolled down between my breasts and Evan seemed riveted on it. He moved in slow motion to bend over and run his tongue up my belly and over my sternum.

They’d never taken me publicly and their attention now made me nervous. While I preformed sexually in front of an audience every time, it was always the same audience. The yard was just not a place I wanted to do this.

“Damien?” I asked hesitantly, looking into his lustful gaze, “could we go back to our rooms, please?”

Despite my best efforts my voice trembled softly. Usually when they looked at me like this their needs were almost uncontrollable. I hoped they would understand my desire for the bedroom. But, it was foolish of me to have ever doubted.

Kein’s hand fell away and Evan straightened up immediately. Damien’s face lost the look of rampant desire as he spoke.

“You are quite attractive to us like this,” he said sounding apologetic and slightly formal. “We would very much like to be back at home with you.”

“Come,” Christof said motioning me to our transport, he put his hand on my lower back and steered me to stand in the middle as the rest of the family jumped on.

Kein wasted no time in starting the machine and raising it off the ground. We were in the air a moment later.

Other than Christof’s hand laying lightly on my back, no one else touched me. I looked up at them and saw their faces each held the same nearly blank expression as they looked forward. Whatever they were thinking about had their entire attention.

Christof caught me looking at him and smiled down at me. His head dipped until his mouth was at my ear.

“We want you very much,” he said calmly, “and right now. My Brothers have never lost their control in a public place before. You are…so tempting to us.”

I watched as he stood back bayan escort up and looked forward again. His face held the same calm, stoic demeanor. Knowing how badly they wanted me, I shivered at the implication of the hand on my back. Even waiting, they didn’t want to lose physical contact.

Kein dropped us right at our door today. I followed Damien off and into our quarters. Three of the Brothers followed me inside and we stood in the anteroom for a moment. The transport obviously had to be taken downstairs and I wasn’t sure what to do with the few moments before Kein arrived.

“Perhaps I should bathe?” I asked looking up into Christof’s eyes, he still looked stoic and calm like he had on the transport.

“Of course,” he answered beginning to remove the damp fabric from my skin.

We moved to the shower room where Bane started the water and moved out of its way. I stepped beneath the spray and let it hit my head and run down into my hair. Lifting the thick weight in my hands and twisting, I rung out the excess. The water felt wonderful on my over heated skin as it hit my bare back.

Turning to face the showers I let the water hit my face and breasts. The steady drum over my nipples made me remember the slight stimulation Kein had given them. I felt them flush and rise in preparation for more attention. The water couldn’t take the burgeoning flush out of my cheeks as it rinsed the sweat away.

Strangely enough, no one was touching me. Perhaps the men wouldn’t bathe me tonight. Maybe they were waiting for Kein in the other room. Arching in the water, I stretched out my tired muscles. The exercise had been fun, but strenuous.

Where was my family anyway? I never bathed alone.

Wondering about the men, my hand strayed over my bare stomach and down to my hip. I missed the gentle massage that always was part of my baths. A low groan made me open my eyes and turn.

All five of my men were fully clothed and watching me. They stood in a tight semicircle just outside the spray of the showers. Not one of them had even bothered to take off their boots. If the looks in the yard had been dangerous, now they were downright feral.

It had been a long time since I’d been tempted to call them Master or felt the urge to back away. The raw hunger that seemed to consume them right now made me feel slightly nervous. There was power in my vulnerability, though. I’d never seen them look at another woman the way they looked at me. No one else raised this emotion in them.

I stretched a second time with my arms raised above my head. Slowly bringing them down I passed my hands lightly over my own nipples and held my breasts out, for a moment, in offering. My fingers skimmed along my ribs and down to stroke across the cleft between my thighs.

“Do you want to wash me?” I asked seductively. “I could do it myself if you all are busy.”

Their boots were gone, quickly followed by shirts and pants. Evan was done first and I took a half step back as he quickly approached.

“Do I frighten you, Ciara?” he asked teasingly.

I shook my head ‘no’ as I stared defiantly back at him.

His blue eyes were bright and full of mischief as he leaned closer to me. He grasped my hair and pulled steadily to expose the line of my throat. Both my hands came up to rest on his chest. I didn’t push him away and just felt the steady beat of his heart under my hands.

Evan’s tongue ran a long slow line from my collar to my chin. He repeated several times until he’d covered my neck. Moaning slightly I was forced çağlayan escort to enjoy the rasp of his tongue sweeping against my skin. Twisting my head gently, he sucked the water off my right ear. The warmth and wetness made me quiver and I lost track of time as he tasted.

A soft rubbing started on my back as Evan blew into my ear. I recognized the soapy sponge moving in steady circles. My legs felt weak as Evan chuckled and stood up straight. He kept a firm grasp on my hair and tugged it up and out of the way. I was pulled flush to his chest as my back was washed.

The arousal had been playing tricks on my senses and I came back to myself with Evan’s firm manhood pressed against my stomach. I looked up into his smug face and wanted very much to feel irritated with his game. He’d made me as crazy as I was making them.

My irritation was short lived as the sponge started to rub across my backside. Fingers separated the bouncy cheeks so the sponge could reach every nook and cranny. The feel of the sponge was maddening on the sensitive skin. Even worse was the finger that swirled tauntingly around the edges of my tight star. My back arched involuntarily as the sponge changed hands and slipped lower between my legs.

The wicked little thing was dragged slowly across my womanhood several times. It was almost too much and not nearly enough. Whispered pleas were met with several laughs and my legs were pressed farther apart.

“We will make sure you are clean,” Christof whispered in my ear.

It was his long fingers that cleaned the lips of my pussy. Those same fingers worked the soap diligently around my hardening clit until I was panting and writhing in Evan’s grasp. He only smiled and added a hand against my back. The feel of a strong hand pressing me against his cock made me squirm with desire.

Evan lowered his lips to mine and I kissed him voraciously. He still controlled my head with his hand fisted in my hair. Suddenly he pulled back from my lips and I he wouldn’t allow me to follow. He smirked at my desperation as Christof slowly started to slide his fingers into my aching center. Evan seemed to be enjoying the frustration on my face as his Brother teased my sex.

“More,” I begged gripping Evan’s strong arms, “please fill me.”

Christof’s thin fingers were not enough to satisfy the needy part of me. I craved the length and thickness that only one part of them could provide.

“Not yet,” Damien said crouching down beside us. He picked up the sponge and started to soap the leg on that side.

Piteous little begging sounds escaped my throat as he ran the sponge up and down my legs. Damien made sure he cleaned all the sensitive parts very thoroughly. Behind my knees and between my toes received extra exploration and cleaning. Before long I found myself licking Evan’s muscled chest and grinding against his full erection.

“Time for the front,” Kein announced happily.

Without missing a beat Evan pushed me backwards. I would have stumbled, but was stopped by Bane’s hairy chest. He took over Evan’s job and grabbed my hair, pulling me tight against him.

“Wash yourself, Brother,” Damien said to Evan while leaning on the wall and watching Kein come toward me, “we will assist her with her bath.”

This was the way they’d done it the entire time, I realized. Each of them had quickly bathed while the others tormented me. My arousal had been a well planned game from the very beginning.

“You win,” I said hoarsely watching Kein build a lather up on the sponge. “I want you, please take me to the bed.”

I knew what Kein would do, how he would take his time working my breasts into over sensitized mounds of flesh. My large nipples would ache for his touch because of it once he was done. I was already wild with need and mistakenly I tried to stop him.

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