The Trikingdom
Chapter 6
Careena angrily slammed the book she was reading closed. It was a treatise on magic that she had borrowed from her brother's library. Unfortunately, the author was so long winded in his explanations that by the time she reached one of his conclusions, she forgot what question he had originally posed. She was forced to reread everything several times to understand every single point.
That was not her only frustration with the book. While it was very comprehensive on nearly all magical concepts, she had learned nothing to help her overcome whatever was blocking her from her power. She had been reading it for days and was no closer to solving her problem than she had been before.
At least she was no longer plagued by those overpowering sexual urges. She looked appreciatively at handsome men, and now women since her experience with Trian, but she was able to look without having to act.
She let her mind wander back to the previous night with her husband and the pleasures they had enjoyed. He had provided more than enough satisfaction for her every night since she had returned from her trip to Lesquia. If she didn't know any better she would have thought he was trying to get her pregnant. The thought of children made her smile, but they had decided to wait until their city was under control before they started a family.
Kalas had spent the past few months planning the construction of a paladin temple. The foundation was just getting started and would help stability in Genoise in a couple of ways: it would draw paladins to the city, and the construction was providing work for the impoverished citizenry. The duke and duchess were also trying to promote business owners to remodel or replace some of the older buildings and storefronts in the city.
There was one matter upon which the young couple disagreed on however. Now that much of the lawlessness had come under control, Kalas had wanted to turn their efforts towards eliminating prostitution. Careena wasn't as sensitive to prostitution as her husband was, and she knew that it was one of the reasons Genoise had been a popular vacation spot in the past. It was illegal in most of the Trikingdoms but traditionally had been welcomed in their city.
The problem with prostitution lately had been the lack of oversight and the lack of money flowing into the city. The flesh peddlers were always looking to find ways around the regulations that had been in place, and often cheated the girls who worked for them. They needed to get travelers to come back to the city again, and in order to do that they needed to restore its reputation, not outlaw prostitution.
Lately she had sensed that her arguments were beginning to sway Kalas. He seemed less adamant each time they discussed the problem. She believed that if a woman wanted to offer a man the use of her body for some coin, then that was her choice. Who were they to tell her that she couldn't? And was it any different than some of the things they had done recently to secure the new marriage arrangements?
Her musings were interrupted as her husband burst into the room panting. "My brother is on his way here!" the Duke cried as he ran to change out of the muddy clothes he had been wearing.
"Now?!" she asked in confusion. "Why didn't we have any warning?"
"I don't know," he responded, "but a rider was sent ahead of his retinue to announce his approach. He must have left on short notice."
That was the most likely conclusion she could come up with as well. The crown prince of Galin didn't just wander about and happen to visit. He must have a very urgent matter to discuss with them. "Is my sister with him?" she asked hopefully.
"The rider didn't say, only to expect the prince," he responded as he pulled on a clean pair of boots.
Careena frowned. Her sister most likely had not come if no mention of her had been made. She watched her husband stand and straighten his garments and then followed him out to greet the prince. They made it outside just in time to see the prince arrive on horseback and not in a wagon. It alarmed Careena at first, but she quickly realized he was not wearing his armor which meant his business was urgent, but that they were not at war.
Prince Duran leapt off his horse and handed the reins to a retainer before climbing the steps up to the Duke and Duchess two at a time. He embraced his brother jovially and Careena relaxed at the prince's attitude. He embraced her next and kissed her lightly on each cheek. "Seline sends her greetings, and regrets not being able to come herself," the prince said, "but there was no time."
"What is this all about Duran?" Kalas asked.
"Let us go somewhere where we can talk more privately and I will explain, little brother," Duran replied.
The three of them went to Duke Kalas's study and had some refreshments brought. Once that was done all the servants were excused and ordered not to disturb them.
"Now, what brings you all the way out here?" Kalas asked again with a smile.
"An emissary, from Remar, arrived in Coderra two weeks ago," the prince began, "and was quickly sent to father. He's asking us to send an ambassador back to Remar to negotiate terms of an arrangement. They have asked for you, Kalas."
"What kind of an arrangement?" Kalas asked, shocked.
"They are asking for aid to protect their city. They have lately seen an unprecedented amount of pirate raids in their harbor and a short time ago what appeared at first to be a coordinated pirated attack nearly crippled their docks," the prince explained. "But it soon became apparent that the ships weren't manned by pirates."
"Does it matter who attacked them?!" Careena exclaimed. "We can't seriously be contemplating negotiating with them. They're slavers!"
"What the Remarians do inside their own borders isn't our concern. They have wealth and are willing to exchange some of it for help protecting their city," the prince said calmly.
"Wealth earned off the backs of their women," she proclaimed. Remarian females were enslaved at birth and raised to serve men. Their culture had evolved this way over centuries. Women were treated as any other resource or animal; bought and sold in markets, and used in any way their owner saw fit.
"Nevertheless, we will treat with them, or rather you will, little brother," the prince said.
"Why me?" Kalas asked, perplexed. He felt much the same as his wife about Remar.
"The two of you have suddenly become known as capable negotiators, and despite your moral objections to their way of life, Father knows that as a paladin you will not interfere with their laws, and at the same time do what is best for the Trikingdoms," his brother explained.
Kalas nodded in understanding. He would follow the laws of the land he was in, no matter how distasteful he found them.
"If you're going, then I'm going," the Duchess proclaimed.
"No Careena, I'm afraid you can't," the Prince said. "The Remarians don't allow females from outside, into their city. They feel it would contaminate their slave population."
"You mean it might educate them, if they saw a free woman," she spat angrily.
"Yes," he said, a little embarrassed.
"I'll stay outside the city then," she said.
"No, that would seem like an insult," Kalas told his wife. "They would be put on the defensive if they knew you were out there waiting."
Careena fumed for a bit, but she knew he was right. If he was going to negotiate in good faith he would have to do it alone. "Besides, he said, I feel the same as you do. Perhaps if we develop a good relationship with them, over time our influence will cause them to change their ways."
She wanted to believe what he was saying, but the Remarians had been practicing slaver for thousands of years. She doubted it would change any time in the near future.
"There's a ship waiting for you in DuGuerra," the prince said. "You must travel their quickly as the ship will not wait forever."
"Why DuGuerra? Why not Coderra? It's much closer," Kalas asked.
"Father wishes for your departure to be somewhat covert. If you leave from DuGuerra, your ultimate destination may be in doubt to watching eyes," his brother explained.
"I'll go with you to DuGuerra, at least," the Duchess told her husband. "I can borrow some more books from my brother."
The Duke nodded and smiled at his wife, pleased that she was taking everything so well.
***
The trip to DuGuerra was uneventful. Prince Duran had returned home the day after he arrived and the duke and duchess had left the following morning. Since speed was a necessity they all rode horseback, including the duchess, who began regretting her decision to join her husband the second day in the saddle. She was a competent rider, but she had never ridden for such long stretches of time.
The duke did not wish to tarry in DuGuerra but consented to stay for one night so Careena could give him a proper goodbye. That evening, before dinner, she excused herself so that she could take a look at the books in her brother's personal library.
King Lastel was waiting for her when she opened the library door. "I received your message little sister, and I must say that I do not agree with you foolish plan," he said sternly.
"But you're going to help me anyway, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, Careena. I'm going to help you," he said with a touch of exasperation, "but I wanted you to know that I object first."
She smiled and hugged her brother. "I heard you, but I will not change my mind. Now, what have you got for me."
King Lastel produced a simple gold ring and held it out to her. "Slip this ring on your finger," he said, "and it will transform you into a man in his later years."
"Illusion?" she asked.
"No, reality. Anyone perceptive enough would eventually see through an illusion. I must warn you that once you take off the ring, its magic will be gone for good."
Careena nodded in understanding. "What else?" she asked.
"I have clothing like the garb one of the local merchants would wear, and enough coin for you to act the part you wish to play," he told her. "I still would like you to reconsider."
"I'm sorry, big brother, but I have to see Remar for myself," she told him firmly.
So the next day, after a passionate farewell to her husband, Careena found herself joining him on board the ship heading for Remar. At one point, she looked him straight in the eyes and he showed no hint of recognition. She spent most of her time during the voyage with the other merchants who were heading to Remar to purchase goods made by the slaves, but she had concocted a different story for herself.
She had decided to play the part of a retired merchant, recently widowed, who had chosen to spend a portion of his remaining wealth on purchasing a Remarian slave. It was often done by the wealthy. While slavery was illegal in the Trikingdoms, they made the perfect wives for those men who had enough coin, and didn't want to go through the hassle of finding a mate through conventional means. The women were docile, obedient, and beautiful, and of course you never had to pay your wife a wage.
Slaves were also often sold to flesh peddlers; a practice the Remarians also delved in too. The docks were said to be lined with brothels, waiting for sailors to come spend their hard earned coin. Careena knew that quite a few of the prostitutes in her own city had originated from Remar. You could always tell which ones they were; they never looked you in the eye, never complained, and never turned away a customer no matter how vile and disgusting the man may be.
She told herself that they were the true reason she was taking this risk. She wanted to help the ex-slaves in her own city, but she needed to know what was done to them first. If she could help those women become more independent it would go a long way into cleaning up the prostitution in Genoise.
Cilas Grantham and the paladin Jareth were also on board the ship, as aids to the Duke. Jareth spent most of his time with Kalas, but Cilas spent his time with the merchants. Careena got to see a side of the steward that she hadn't before as he drank and joked with the other men. The man may have appeared meek, but in the proper setting he could drink and swear with the best of them.
The first time Careena had to pee she nearly laughed out loud as she held her penis in her hand. She found it odd that the sight and touch of her own member failed to arouse her. After she finished peeing she stroked it for a minute and marveled at the sensation as it stiffened up. She reluctantly put it away before anyone else saw what she was doing.
The few times she was around her husband during the voyage she also found that she wasn't sexually attracted to him. In fact, she wasn't sexually attracted to any of the men on the ship. She reasoned that whatever made men attractive to her before was gone now that she was physically male. She hoped it would return after she took the ring off.
After a few weeks at sea, the harbor at Remar came into view. Even from a distance, the damage was visible. Whole sections were burnt and only a few ships could dock at one time. They were moved to the top of the list of waiting ships and were soon disembarking.
Careena almost didn't respond when her name was called. She was unused to responding to Jackus Rial, the name she had given herself for this adventure. She had to explain her business to the dock master, and was directed to head towards the nearest Office of Slavery to have the options explained to her, while the duke and his party were whisked away to a nearby estate.
She watched her husband leave and wished she could go with him and at least witness the negotiations, but she reminded herself that she had other business here that she needed to attend to. She passed by several brothels on her way to the Office of Slavery and was surprised how different they seemed than the ones she had seen back home. In Genoise there were always women outside yelling at and flirting with any man passing by, trying to get their attention. Here the women stood silently with their heads lowered in submission with their naked bodies on full display for every passerby to see.
She found the office and was delighted to see that the long line she expected didn't exist. There were a few men being helped quietly at desks scattered around the office, and another man behind a large counter. Careena walked up to this man and smiled broadly.
"How may I assist you today?" the man asked.
"I'm looking to purchase a slave," Careena responded.
"Very good, sir," the man said with a smile, "I'll have one of our agents come out and explain the options to you."
He rang a bell, and shortly a rather large man came out from the back. The two exchanged a few words Careena couldn't hear then the large man turned to her and gestured for her to take a seat at one of the desks. He moved from behind the counter and joined her.
"You're looking to buy a slave?" the man half asked, half stated.
"Yes," Careena said.
"I see that you're a foreigner. May I inquire if you intend to take this slave out of the city? I only ask, because once a slave leaves the city, it cannot return. Any purchase, in that case, would effectively be without recourse if you were in any way dissatisfied."
"How do you mean?" Careena asked, confused.
"There is usually a return policy with any slave with deductions for time spent, and other considerations. If you purchased a virgin slave, and it was no longer a virgin when you returned it, there would of course be a deduction."
"Ah, I understand," Careena said, bewildered at the matter of factness this man used when talking about selling humans.
"Can you describe what you are looking for?" the fat man asked.
"I'm recently widowed and retired, and decided that instead of wasting time trying to find a wife my own age, I would save myself the hassle and headache and purchase a much younger and more obedient wife here," Careena said, trying to sound convincing.
The man nodded as if this were an everyday occurrence, and she realized to him it probably was. "Well there are generally two options for slave purchase," the fat man said. "You can buy from a private owner who's trying to sell, or you can attend the slave auction. There are advantages and drawbacks to both. If you buy from a private seller you generally will know what you're getting before you purchase. The seller can tell you what the slave is good at and will often let you test the slave out prior to payment. However, the slave will generally be older and well used. The other option is the slave auction."
"Auction?" Careena queried.
"Yes, every week the city auctions off slaves that it has acquired. Most of these are slaves that have just come of age that were sold to the city as infants. The one drawback with the auction is that you never know what's going to be there. You could go to the auction for several weeks before you find a slave that fits your taste and just when you do someone could outbid you."
Careena wasn't concerned about being outbid, and she really wasn't that picky about the slave she purchased, but she did think that younger would be better. "I'd like to try the auction," she said.
"Very good," the man said. "There's a small fee for admittance to the auction that will be applied to the purchase of your slave."
Careena paid the fee and the man gave her a ticket for the auction. "The auction is tomorrow at noon. Just show them this ticket and they'll set you up with everything you need. Is there anything else I can help you with? Accommodations? Brothel recommendations?"
"I do need to find a room," she said.
The man gave her directions to the quarter of the city with the most upscale rooms for rent, and she thanked him and left. As she walked through the city she found herself becoming aroused by all the naked women walking around on errands for their various masters. Most of the slaves she saw were very beautiful and well developed. She supposed that the uglier slaves were probably used for more menial labor, while the attractive ones were put to less strenuous work, except in the bedroom.
After she found herself a room she went back to the ship to retrieve her belongings. As she walked past the rows of brothels again her penis was straining painfully in her trousers. She wondered how men could stand it, and then she saw one excited sailor pick out a woman and quickly usher her into one of the establishments and she realized that they couldn't. If a man was aroused he found a way to take care of it.
When she got back to her room she sat on the bed wondering what she should do. Without thinking about it she leisurely opened her pants and pulled out her prick. Before she knew it, she was stroking it quickly and seconds later experiencing the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She found that afterwards she was able to think more clearly as if a big distraction had been removed.
She cleaned herself up and went out for a walk. She passed by the estate where her husband was staying and noted its location from the room she was renting. Guards from Genoise and Remar were posted outside the gates. She watched from a distance for a while and was surprised when Cilas came out alone. Curious, she followed him.
He walked briskly back towards the dock, and the duchess thought that maybe he was sent to retrieve something from the ship, but when they got to the brothels he slowed down and stared openly at the slaves on display. After a time, he chose one and took her inside.
The duchess would have normally been appalled at his actions, but since spending the day there in a man's body she understood the torment the man must have been in. Despite relieving herself a short time before, she was sorely tempted to take one of the slaves inside herself. There was one who reminded her of Trian that she thought would be particularly good to try...
Ashamed, she forced her eyes away and walked back to her room, and wondered how her husband was handling the situation.
***
Duke Kalas smiled at the Remarian ambassador as they shook hands. One concession had been made for the Duke, since he was a foreigner, and Ambassador Timmons had come to the estate, instead of having Kalas and his party traipse through the city.
"Welcome to Remar Duke Kalas. We wish to present you with this gift to show our appreciation for your consideration of our proposal," the ambassador said. He motioned to one of the slaves that had accompanied him and she walked forward and bowed low to the Duke.
Kalas stood for a moment, waiting for the slave to produce a gift before he realized that she was the gift. He was about to refuse, but Cilas Grantham, sensing his lord's intention, loudly cleared his throat to get his attention. When Kalas glanced his direction the steward nodded to encourage him to accept.
"Thank you ambassador," he said hesitantly. "It is a wonderful gift."
Timmons smiled brightly and the slave moved beside the duke, her eyes always fixed on the ground like all the slaves they had seen. "I know that you have just arrived and are probably weary from your journey, so we have left your day open so that you may rest. I will be over tomorrow morning so that we may go over the schedule with your steward," Timmons said.
The duke thanked him again and Jareth escorted the ambassador and his party out of the estate. Turning to Cilas the duke asked, "Why did you want me to accept their gift?" He felt strange speaking of the woman right in front of her, but he wasn't sure how to dismiss her.
"If you had refused he would have been offended. Giving gifts to guests is one of their oldest customs, and he offered you the most expensive gift there is; a slave. Judging by her appearance, I would estimate that she is a costly slave at that," Cilas responded.
Kalas looked at the woman closely for the first time, and noted how easy it was for him to overlook all the slaves that he had seen since arriving in the city. He decided to make it a point to pay more attention to them. He would not ignore them as the men of this city seemed to do.
He had to admit that she was very beautiful and reminded him greatly of his wife. The thought of her made him feel great pity for the young, naked woman before him.
"What is your name?" he asked the slave.
"Master, I have no name, just a number," she said showing him a number branded on her foot. "You may call me whatever pleases you."
Kalas looked at the brand with shock while Cilas studied it with interest. "I've heard of this my lord," the man said. "Each slave is given a unique number at birth so that they can keep track of their parentage as they're passed from owner to owner. It's to help keep the men from breeding with a slave that may be a close relation, as well as other considerations."
A look of disgust passed over the duke's face. "Well, find her something to eat, and a room she can sleep in," he said. "I'll figure out what to do with her later."
As Cilas took the slave by the arm the thought crossed his mind that he could think of many things he'd like to do with the duke's new slave.
After finding the slave a meal and a room he had a raging erection and decided to use some of the coin he had brought with him on the journey. He asked the duke's permission to be excused to explore the city and left the estate, where he was spotted by the duchess as she too explored the city. Cilas knew where he was heading though, as on their trip from the ship he had spotted a lovely little slave at one of the brothels he wanted to stick his dick into.
He never noticed he was being followed and was, of course, completely unaware that the duchess knew of his dirty little secret.
***
Kalas woke with a start early the next morning with a feeling of being watched. Looking about his room, he quickly spotted his new slave kneeling near the foot of his bed.
"How did you get in here!" he shouted angrily.
His guards burst into the room followed quickly by Cilas. The young girl had the most frightened look on her face as she looked at the steward for assistance.
"My lord, I told the guards to let her in so that she may assist you," Cilas explained.
The duke angrily climbed out of bed and looked at the scared young woman. "Help me with what, Cilas," he growled.
"With whatever you need, my lord," the smaller man said. "Please, let her help you. It is their way. She won't know what to do with herself otherwise," he added when he saw the objection starting on the duke's lips.
"Very well," Kalas relented. "But could you at least find her some clothing?"
"I'm afraid she wouldn't know what to do with them, my lord. You may have noticed that the slaves are generally naked," Cilas said quickly.
Kalas rolled his eyes and ushered Cilas and the guards out of the room. He turned back to the slave and found her smiling for the first time. "What is your command, master?" she asked.
He ordered her to pick out his clothing for the day. When she didn't leave after she had them laid out, and it became apparent to him that she expected to help him change, he ordered her to fetch some water for him so that he could wash up. He tried to change quickly while she was gone, but she returned while he was pulling up his pants.
She rushed over to help him complete the task, which seemed to him to take longer with her assistance, especially her hand brushed against his penis, which was half erect because of her nude state. He cringed and tried to look at the ceiling and think of other things, but the slave seemed startled by its size and he was sure that she took her time after that so she could determine whether it was real or some sort of trickery.
He was finally dressed and the slave seemed pleased with the way he looked, but she hadn't said a word to him. He decided he couldn't keep referring to her in his mind as just 'slave' so he came up with a name. "I will call you Lina," he said proudly. It was a common enough name in the Trikingdom.
"Whatever you wish, master," she said. "I will answer when you call me Lina."
The duke smiled to himself and thought that maybe he could save the young woman from her life of slavery. He left the room for breakfast and was a little disconcerted when Lina followed him. He was about to send her away, but he had the feeling that if he did, she would somehow end up trying to serve him anyway so he shrugged his shoulders and left her alone.
Jareth was already at the table awaiting his breakfast when the pair arrived and he chuckled at his friend's predicament. Kalas shot him a look of annoyance and Jareth stopped, but couldn't hide his smile. Cilas joined them a few moments later in surprisingly good spirits.
"Am I correct in assuming that I have to keep Lina for our entire stay here?" Kalas asked the steward.
"Lina, my lord?" the man asked, and then realized he was referring to the slave. "Yes, my lord. It would offend the Remarian leaders if you sold her. She was a gift and they expect you to keep her."
The duke sighed and shot another look at Jareth, whose chuckles had erupted once more. "When is the Remarian ambassador to arrive?" Kalas asked.
"Within the hour," Jareth answered.
"Good," said Kalas. "I wish to get this business over with as soon as possible."
***
Careena showed her ticket at the auction entrance and was given a brief explanation on how to bid on the slaves. She had envisioned an enormous crowd, yelling and catcalling at the slaves as they were trotted out, but was surprised to see that there were a lot fewer men in attendance. She supposed that made sense since the auctions were held once a week.
While she was waiting for the auction to commence, an older man, who appeared to be a local from the clothing he wore, approached her. "Ah, a foreigner," the man said. "Are you buying for your personal use or for business?"
Careena was taken aback by the man's nonchalance of the subject of buying people but quickly recovered. "Personal," she replied.
The man nodded. "So am I," he said. "My last slave died recently and I need a replacement. Most of the rest of these men are buying for the brothels."
The way he spoke of the others suggested he didn't appreciate their presence. "Is that a problem?" she asked the old man.
"Only for us," the man said. "They have much more money to throw around than you or I, and if they see a slave they like, a bidding war will ensue. That can drive up the bids for the entire day!"
The man's statement made Careena rethink her strategy. She had intended on watching the bidding on the first few slaves, but maybe she should bid on the first one that looked promising. The old man continued to chat about his life. She tried to discourage him by only making one word comments or answers but the man wouldn't take the hint. She was thankful when the first slave was led out and the man stopped so he could pay attention.
The first slave was brought out. Careena was still surprised that they didn't fight or try to flee. The young woman walked out in front of the audience calmly with her head bowed down. She was rather plain looking and there was little activity among the bidders.
A man stepped up next to her and began asking for bids, describing the traits of the slave. She was made to turn this way and that so that the men could get a good look at her from every angle. Although she was plain looking, she appeared to be very sturdy. With her back to the audience, she was made to bend over. The man spread her butt cheeks apart to expose her virgin asshole and vagina. A few of the men began bidding on her, including the older man next to the duchess, and she realized that they were all probably working men who needed help in their shops or farms. Her looks to these men were secondary to her abilities as a laborer, and she still had all the right equipment for them to use at night as well.
Careena's neighbor was outbid, and the young woman was sold to another man who seemed pleased with his purchase. The duchess had spent the morning learning everything she could about the auction. The girls were purchased by the city as infants from the owners of the mothers they were born to. The city raised and trained them, and then sold them at auction. Certainly not every female infant was sold to the city, but most were. Selling them beat feeding them until they reached the proper age they could be sold.
Any slave that didn't sell for four weeks straight was pulled off the auction block and put to work for the city. This only happened to the ugliest and weakest of slaves and they had earned the moniker the 'untouchables' because no man would want them.
The next slave on the block was quite attractive, and Careena watched in fascination as the brothel owners all bid on her. She was pleased to note that the young woman went for less than the coin she had to spend despite all the bidding. The man next to her scowled when she was carted off by her new owner.
The duchess watched and waited as slave after slave was brought forward and sold not finding what she was looking for until a small waif was paraded out. She was thin and pale and looked as if a strong gust of wind could blow her away. She was not the big robust beauty the brothels were looking for, and didn't appear suited for labor either. She was far from ugly though and because of her size the duchess felt pity for her.
She wasn't getting very many bids, so Careena raised her hand when the next bid was called. Another man bid next so Careena bid again. No more bids came and she felt a rush of excitement as she realized the young woman was hers. The slave's number was recorded as being bought by the false name the duchess had used, and she walked out of the auction the proud owner of a new slave.
She led the young girl back to the room she was renting. The proprietor made some remark about being careful not to stain the sheets with her virgin blood when they walked through. Strangely, the thought of taking the slave's virginity greatly aroused Careena, although she thought it should appall her.
Careena wondered what the young woman was thinking at that moment. The slave was probably expecting to be taken by the fat old man who had bought her. As she looked at the pale slave her loins began to stir, and she started to believe that there would be no harm in doing what the girl expected. Careena shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. How did men stand it? How could they function once they were aroused? She supposed that they grew used to it as adolescents. She, unfortunately, didn't have the benefit of time to grow accustomed to the hormones raging in her new body. She would have to mention to her brother that this was a drawback to actually changing bodies instead of creating an illusion.
"What do they call you, girl?" she asked, surprised at how thick her voice sounded.
"Slave 46892, master," the girl responded.
"You don't have a proper name?" Careena asked.
"No, master," the slave said.
"Then I shall give you one," Careena said. "How does Zella sound?"
"Whatever you wish, master," she said meekly.
Careena realized it was going to take a lot of work to undo the damage that had been done to the young woman. It reminded her of the conditioning that had been done to the men of Lesquia and she realized that those men were just as much slaves as the women of Remar. They weren't bought and sold like the women of Remar, but they were slaves nonetheless.
***
Duke Kalas sat and half-listened to Ambassador Timmons as he watched the lewd spectacle in front of him. Cilas had explained to him that, among the rich, slaves were viewed as a status symbol and beauty among them was most coveted. As a result, when they got together, no matter the reason, they liked to show off their slaves, which was one more reason Cilas insisted the duke keep Lina. However, the steward's warning did not prepare Kalas for what he was witnessing between the ambassador and the pair of slaves he brought with him to their meeting.
One of the slaves was on her hands and knees in front of the ambassador serving as his table as he took sips from the tea that had been served. Her large breasts hung pendulously down and her plush rump was thrust high as she kept her back amazingly straight. The other slave was seated in the ambassador's lap, offering her breasts to her master so that he could suck milk from them at his leisure. Kalas couldn't tell whether she had recently given birth, she was in such fine condition, but from one of Timmons's previous comments he suspected she had.
Both of the slaves were very beautiful, but neither were as fine looking as his own slave, Lina, who stood patiently by his side as he sat and conversed with Ambassador Timmons. Cilas had also explained to Kalas that the negotiations would be lengthy because of the extracurricular activities that tended to take place. Today Timmons was outlining everything that Remar was looking for in an alliance and tomorrow Kalas was expected to lay out everything the Trikingdom wanted. Then in subsequent meetings they would go over each and every point until an agreement was made.
The presence of slaves often led to distractions during meetings in Remar, and sometimes negotiations between two wealthy parties degenerated into an orgy. Kalas had been forced to dismiss Jareth from the meeting to spare his fellow paladin from going into apoplectic shock, and was having trouble following the ambassador himself. Fortunately, Cilas was writing a record of all of the ambassador's requests.
The steward had informed the duke that Timmons would expect Kalas to show dominance over Lina as some sort of proof of his manliness. To that end, the duke had spent the negotiations sending the slave on frivolous errands to retrieve unnecessary comforts for him. But Kalas was now suspecting that more might be required if the ambassador was to take him seriously.
He pulled the young woman onto his lap and, in the name of diplomacy of course, began openly fondling her large breasts and nipples. He expected outrage from Lina, but the slave seemed to enjoy the attention and, almost imperceptively, began grinding her crotch against his massive thigh.
The ambassador smiled widely. "I hope she has given you good service, Duke Kalas," he said with a leer. "Have you broken her in yet?"
"Not yet," the duke responded with a false sigh. "I've been so tired. I wanted to make sure I was well rested to do the job properly." The duke wondered what the slave thought about them discussing her virginity, but the young woman showed no acknowledgement of the conversation and just continued to rub her crotch against his leg.
"A pity," the ambassador sighed. "I was hoping to sample her charms myself, but I don't suppose you'd be willing to trade without spending time with her first."
"Ah, no," Kalas responded, trying to hide his contempt at the man's suggestion. He was having a hard time thinking of the slaves as property.
"Well, I think I'll leave you now," the ambassador said, staring at the breasts of the slave on his lap. "I'm getting a little too stimulated to continue. Hopefully tomorrow we'll be able to trade."
The duke could only nod in false agreement. As soon as the ambassador was gone, he all but pushed Lina off of his own lap. She stared down at her master with a look of utter confusion on her face.
"Please clean up," he told her, motioning to the food and drink left over. She nodded in consent, but still looked thoroughly confused.
That night, as the duke prepared for bed, Lina entered his room to assist him. He started to dismiss her, but decided that she had already seen it all in the morning, so there would be no harm in her helping him now.
She seemed to intentionally fumble with his clothing, which he bore stoically, and her hands always found a bare spot of flesh to touch. When she had him fully nude, she was openly fondling his genitals and rubbing her own sex against his leg. His large cock was, of course, hard and begging desperately to find any hole to bury itself in, but the Duke, through clenched teeth, instructed Lina to dress him in his bedclothes.
The young slave obeyed, but again seemed very confused by her master's actions. She watched Duke Kalas as he slid into his bed and dismissed her. She seemed reluctant to leave, but thankfully he heard her exit after he closed his eyes, and tried to force images of his beautiful wife into his head.
***
Careena couldn't sleep. She closed her eyes but her thoughts continually drifted to the naked slave lying next to her in the bed. She could hear the young woman snoring lightly in her sleep which made it worse. She tried to put as much space between them as she could, but the mere thought of the young woman just a few inches away was keeping her penis hard and aching. She was beginning to think that this had all been a very bad idea.
The entire day, after the auction, had been nearly wasted. She tried to describe to the young slave woman the world outside of Remar, but she might as well have tried to keep a pig clean. Zella alternated between closing her eyes tight with her hands over her ears, and rocking with her knees pulled up to her chest, while Careena talked. In fact, she had been so disturbed that Careena had eventually given up, and had the slave make them both dinner.
To top it all off, now she couldn't control the male urge to copulate that overwhelmed the rational side of her brain. She forced herself to roll away again as she realized she was rubbing her throbbing cock against the poor woman's backside. Thankfully, Zella didn't wake up. She briefly considered masturbating as she had done the day before, but was too embarrassed to be caught by her slave.
She clenched her fists at her sides in frustration and beat them into the bed. One hand snaked into her bedclothes and freed her aching cock from the confining garment. She fondled it for a moment and then released it with a sigh. She eyed it in the dim moonlight as it stood erect over her belly. It bobbed obscenely as it throbbed in time with her pulse.
She looked over at Zella as she slept peacefully and tried to think of a good reason why she shouldn't have her way with the young woman. She had, after all paid for her. Why shouldn't she enjoy the benefits of all that she had to offer? She couldn't damage the young woman any more than she had already been, and there appeared to be nothing she could do for her while they were in Remar. There would be time to properly educate her once they were back in Genoise, and she could make it all up to Zella then.
Before she knew what she was doing, Careena found herself rolling the young woman onto her back, gently, but with hands shaking in anticipation. "Master?" Zella questioned as she stirred. But the young slave recognized the look of lust in her master's eyes and understood what was needed of her. Her slim legs opened automatically to allow her master access and she tried to give an inviting smile.
Maddened with lust, now that she had made the choice, Careena hardly noticed. Her hands roved all over the smooth pale flesh of the young slave trying to feel all of her that she could. She had a brief thought that the young woman would cringe at the touch from the fat old body she had assumed, but Zella smiled and acted as if she enjoyed what was happening.
A part of Zella did enjoy it. This is what she had expected from her master in the beginning and it felt comfortable to her. The talking had disturbed and frightened her greatly and this behavior made her feel normal. When her master's hand found the lips of her sex, she thrust her hips up at it to let him know that she was ready for penetration as she was taught.
Careena was impatient and on her knees between the woman's pale thighs in a flash. The pain and discomfort she had felt when her husband had taken her own virginity were lost somewhere in the back of her mind. All she could think of now was how Kalas had told her that sex with a woman felt so much better than masturbation, and how much she wanted to experience it, how much she wanted to bury the thick throbbing cock she held in her hand into the willing slave beneath her.
She rubbed the head of her cock against the slave's wet opening. She had a little trouble finding the hole, but kept pressing forward and eventually it pushed into Zella's tight pussy. The slave let out a slight gasp of surprise, but Careena didn't notice as she moaned out loud in satisfaction. Nothing could compare to the sensation she felt as her cock entered a woman for the first time. The walls of the young slave's cunt were warm, wet, and tight at the same time. Careena was eager to get her full length into Zella.
She used the bulk of her old, fat body to power her hips forward. She felt something give way before her hard cock, and Zella gasped louder underneath her bulk. Careena didn't give her slave any time to recover and began shoving her hips at the young woman's crotch. She was caught up in the multitude of sensations she was experiencing and unconcerned with Zella's comfort or discomfort. Loud groans and moans were escaping the duchess's lips as her large frame thundered forward and back between the frail looking woman's legs.
Zella, for her part, was happy that her master was finding pleasure with her. She had been a little concerned that her master was disappointed with her because of how the day had gone, but as she looked up into his face and saw the look of animal lust the duchess displayed, she knew she was pleasing him.
Careena was surprised at how much work it took to fuck. She was unused to being in this old, fat body and found herself breathing hard and sweating profusely. She slowed her pace, to catch her breath, and changed to long powerful strokes. Underneath her, Zella started squealing in pleasure every time she bottomed out inside the young slave's pussy.
Careena was unsure whether Zella's squeals were real or fake, and she didn't really care. She didn't have any rational thoughts rolling around her head as she slammed her cock into the slave's pussy over and over again. She felt a perverse pleasure knowing that the young woman was making the noises because of her actions, but whether it was because of her training or a real exclamation of pleasure didn't matter.
After what seemed to the duchess an all too short a time, she felt the approach of her imminent orgasm. She felt her scrotum tighten and her cock strained even more. The muscled in her backside began to knot, and she realized she was no longer breathing and on the verge of passing out. Then the world seemed to explode in a multitude of color, she gasped for breath, and her penis pulsed as it discharged into the slave.
She collapsed on top of the poor young woman; her entire body, covered in sweats, soaked Zella. She had to wait until her head stopped throbbing with the pulses of her penis before she was able to roll off of her. Now that she was sated, a sudden wave of guilt washed over her as she watched Zella climb out of bed to clean herself up. The slave returned quickly and reached down for Careena's limp penis.
The duchess was about to push her hand away, but it was quickly followed by the slave woman's head. The next thing Careena knew, Zella's mouth was fastened over her cock as she cleaned the blood and cum mixture from her master. All traces of guilt began to flee as her penis began to swell and stiffen again.
***
Duke Kalas woke to a quiet insistent knocking on his door. At first he thought he had overslept, but quickly realized it was still dark. "What is it?" he said groggily.
"It's Jareth," the paladin said from the other side of the door. "May I come in?"
Kalas was annoyed at having been woken, but he knew Jareth wouldn't wake him without good reason. "Come," he responded sitting up.
The young paladin entered and the duke was surprised to see his friend still dressed in his clothes, and looking as if he had yet to take them off for bed.
"Is something wrong?" Kalas asked, coming fully awake and getting out of bed himself. Jareth motioned for him to remain lying down and pulled up a chair next to the bed. The two of them had gone through paladin training together and there was little ceremony or respect for rank between them.
"That slave girl, Lina, has been in her room crying since she left your bedchamber. Cilas and I have been trying to console her all night," the young man said with tiredness seeping into his voice.
"Is there anything wrong with her? I assure you I didn't lay a hand on her," Kalas swore.
"I know," Jareth said, "and Cilas has convinced me that that's the problem." The duke gave him a confusing look. "She thinks that you are not pleased with her appearance, and that's why you haven't..."
"Haven't what?! Spit it out Jareth," the duke demanded growing impatient.
"Haven't had sex with her, my lord," Jareth said quickly.
The duke was torn between being angry and laughing out loud, but when he saw the serious look on Jareth's face he settled down. "I can't take advantage of her like that," the duke protested. "I feel bad enough about what I've already made her do."
"You must consider the consequences, my lord," Jareth responded. "You will lose the respect of the ambassador if you do not. She was more than a gift, my lord; she was a test to see what kind of a man you are. If you do not treat her how they treat their own slaves, they will not think of you as a real man, and the ambassador will walk all over you in these negotiations."
Kalas knew the truth to Jareth's words; he had already had some of the same thoughts himself. "Send her to me," he reluctantly told the paladin.
Jareth bowed and left and a short time later a tearful Lina entered the room. Her head was lowered so he couldn't see her face, but she was still sobbing lightly. "You sent for me, Master," she said between sobs.
He wanted to apologize to her but knew that would only confuse her further; a Master never needed to apologize to his slave. He sat up on the edge of his bed and pulled out his cock. Despite his reluctance to defile the young woman it was already hard and leaking precum in anticipation. "Take it in your mouth," he ordered.
She looked at his cock in surprise and then fell to her knees and gobbled it up in her mouth enthusiastically. He let out a groan as he felt her warm, wet mouth enclose his thick member. She was highly skilled and was able to take his entire length down her throat easily.
His hands fondled her large breasts as her mouth slid up and down his hard length. He tried to tell himself that he was only doing this for political reasons but that notion was hard to reconcile with the immense pleasure he was experiencing. It was certainly the best blowjob he had ever received.
As enjoyable as it was he pulled her off by the hair. She looked at him puzzled until he pulled her up onto the bed with him. He didn't speak but guided her onto her hands and knees. He was trying to play the part of a master who cared little for the feelings of his slave, as he had seen the ambassador do. This position would be uncomfortable for Lina for her first time, but it would allow him to show her his strength.
She was shivering slightly as she waited for him with her succulent ass up in the air. Her appearance reminded him so much of his wife that it made it easy to imagine it was her waiting for him, shivering in anticipation. He caressed her bottom as he brought his heavy prick up against her slick hole. He gripped her hips in both hands as he took a deep breath and surged forward. He slowly let his breath out as his cock battered its way into her tight passage.
Lina stifled a cry into the bed at the intrusion of her Master's cock. It was painful, but she was ecstatic to be serving him in this way. She felt the duke's cock pull back leaving a large empty feeling deep inside her. Then the grip on her hips became tight again and the empty feeling was pushed away as her Master's prick filled her once more. She felt a sharp pain inside her and it felt like something gave way as the hard cock sank further inside her.
When the duke pulled back after tearing through the young woman's hymen, he could see a little blood on his shaft. It pained him to think that he had hurt the poor girl, but there was no way he could stop now, the pleasure was too great. He gripped her hips tighter and pulled her back as he pushed forward, finally managing to embed his entire length inside her.
It was all Lina could do to keep from screaming out loud. The pain was greater than she had been led to believe during her training. She had no way of knowing that her Master's cock was larger than average, but she was certain of the strength she felt in his grip on her waist. He was a strong Master, and that made him a good Master, and she was pleased he was getting pleasure from using her body. His moans and groans as he fucked her were music to her ears.
Duke Kalas had been away from his wife for several weeks, and had been overly stimulated from viewing all the naked slaves the last few days. He could feel the imminent explosion brewing in her scrotum. He thought about pulling out to prolong his pleasure, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it; plunging his cock in and out of her tight hole felt too good.
With a last groan he buried his length into her to the hilt and held it there while it ejected out its seed. His hands gripped her plush bottom to hold himself up as the last few spurts left his deflating cock. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her. His member was so large that it stayed inside her, trapped now by her closed thighs.
Eventually, Lina wriggled out from underneath him and his deflated penis was finally dislodged. The duke rolled over onto his back exhausted, while the young slave dove down and took his cock into her mouth again. He was shocked at first, but let her work on it. She seemed intent on bringing it back to life so that they could have sex again. Now that he was sated, the guilt started to creep back up on him again, but when he looked at the smile on her face while she sucked him he decided that maybe this was for the best.