Slave Manor - Chapter Two

By the time I’d gotten out of the bath, Helen had gone to help serve supper. I walked out of the bathroom, naked but feeling comfortable. I felt more comfortable naked than I did wearing clothes, as most of the time my Master chose my clothes...and they were usually extremely uncomfortable, physicallly and mentally.
I stopped in front of the long mirror next to the window, turning so I could inspect myself. I was petite, being five foot and with a slim figure. My skin was dark and my hair chestnut, falling in corkscrews to my shoulders. I’d call myself English, but that’s only because I’d grown up in this country. At a glance I looked French, but unless I ever figured out who my parents were, that would always be a mystery.
I winced as I saw the bruise on my left thigh around the back. I’d felt it in the bath and now had confirmation...yet another scar from a night with my Master. I’d been with him last night, and he’d hit my thigh hard with the corner of his desk in his office.
We hadn’t made it up to his room.
There was a knock at the door and I grabbed my dressing gown, covering myself up, “who is it?”
“Rachel.”
I frowned. Rachel was the oldest sister in the Manor. She was twenty-eight, but for the Master’s taste that was running dangerously close to too old. But he was fond of her, and even though she was basically his age, we all knew it’d take a lot for him to throw her out.
I opened the door to see her standing in the hallway, her scarlet hair running smoothly past her shoulders. She had a very pale complexion and green eyes like saphires. She was a rare beauty, and I knew that was one of the reason the Master still kept her here. He wouldn’t find another one like her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly.
“Get dressed, the Master wants you downstairs in half an hour,” she said.
I would never has questioned the master, but Rachel was a fellow slave, “why?”
“His guest has brought his son,” she smiled slightly. “Which should be a treat for you as he’s rather gorgeous. He wants extra help.”
“You mean, he wants to show off how many perfect little slaves he has?” I asked bitterly, hating the idea of being dangled in front of another of the Master’s friends like a piece of candy. But I was what the Master wanted me to be.
She smiled, “of course. Now hurry up. He seems nervous tonight.”
I nodded and walked back into my room, something like fear crawling up my spine. If the Master was nervous then someone very important was visiting tonight. He usually had guests over on the weekends to share his pets and pleasures, fellow Masters from across the city. But he was never nervous about them, if anything, he was known as the most feared in the city.
Who could it be to make him nervous?
I walked over to the wardrobe and picked up my collar. It was dark blue with my name written in diamonds across the front of it. I only wore this one on special occasions, my normal collar being ordinary leather. I buckled it around my neck and then picked out a tiny black skirt, silver stilletoes and a slinky, silver top.
It was sluty, but considering it was the most sophisticated thing in my wardrobe it’d have to do.
I dried my hair quickly and applied some make up. I made sure it was all perfect before I even thought about going to the door.
I didn’t want to displease my Master.
I left the room feeling nervous. I knew Helen and Rachel were already downstairs serving dinner, but it didn’t make me feel any safer. I was the youngest sister in the Manor, and because of that it always made me feel less confident. They all had so much more experience than me...I was still learning the ways of this dark underworld.
I walked through a maze of passageways and took a hidden staircase down to the kitchen. We had a chef, though she wasn’t a slave. She knew about the situation in the Manor with the Master and his slaves, but it didn’t seem to bother her.
The kitchen was towards the back of the Manor and the dinning room was right next door. I hesitated in the hallway, hearing laughter from inside. There were two other men apart from my Master...one sounded quite old, and the other young. Obviously the father and son.
I knocked on the door quietly and waited.
Helen opened the door and smiled when she saw me, looking gorgeous in her short shorts and tank top.
“Who is it?” I heard my Master’s voice from within.
Helen turned and bowed her head in his direction, “it’s Naomi.”
“Come in Naomi.”
It wasn’t an offer, but a plain order. I walked through the door, and before I even looked at his guests I bowed my head in respect. Helen walked back to her place by the bar and I waited for my orders.
“Come and stand by the head of the table,” my Master commanded and I followed his orders without a question.
I stopped next to the table and waited once more, my head still bowed.
“This is Naomi, my youngest slave,” my Master said proudly. “Show us your face Naomi.”
I did as instructed and looked up, not looking at any of them, but straight across the room to the opposite wall. It was a large room, the dinning table being able to fit at least twenty people along it. And like the rest of the Manor, it was darkly decorated.
“She’s beautiful,” said the older stranger. “Extremely small too...I’m guessing she’s easy to control?”
“I don’t need to control her, she does my bidding without a question,” my Master said smugly, though I could hear an edge to his voice.
He was nervous...who were these people?
“A good slave should,” the man chuckled.
I didn’t mean to...but my eyes flickered across to one of the guests...the younger one.
My eyes widened in shock. He was so handsome...and so young. Maybe eighteen or so. His fresh blonde hair and blue eyes made him classicly handsome...but there was something else about him, something that attracted me to him. Our eyes met and my heart picked up for that second of contact.
“Naomi!” My master shouted and I looked away from the guest, heart pounding in my ears. “You little slut, how dare you look at my guests without permission!”
I instantly fell to my knees, head bowed, “I’m sorry Master...please forgive me.”
Under normal circumstances he may have left me unpunished...but with such an important guest he couldn’t show mercy.
“It’s not me you should be apologizing to you little whore,” he sneered. “Apologize to my guests.”
I shut my eyes, knowing how he wanted me to ask for their forgiveness. I shuffled closer to the older man, my hands reaching forwards and touching his knees. I heard him make a sound low in his throat as they ran up his thighs, towards his belt.
“Good, you slut,” my Master’s voice was cruel and unloving, but I’d heard worse...I’d done worse. But it didn’t make this any less humiliating.
“You don’t have to do this Sebastian,” the younger boy said, addressing my Master by a name I would never use in fear of the consequences. “She doesn’t need to be punished.”
“Nonsense Hunter,” the older man cursed his son. “Sebastian knows how to punish his slaves...let her continue.”
I had risen up to my knees, his member now free to the world.
Hunter watched me, no emotions in his eyes as my hands stroked across his father’s penis.
My Master smiled, “I’m so sorry about this Marcus. She’s young and naive. I will have her thoroughly punished later.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice shaking as I took him into my mouth, the salty taste of him making me nauseous. But I continued, “maybe...you could let me have her for tonight?”
Please Master...no...I begged in my mind.
“Father,” Hunter said from beside him. “I think she owes me the apology as it is me she looked at. If anyone is to have her tonight, it’s me.”
Marcus shuddered in my mouth as I worked him up and down.
“You may have her tonight Hunter,” My Master said. “And I will lend you another of my slaves Marcus.”
“That sounds...fair,” Marcus groaned, his chubby fingers stroking through my hair, gripping it roughly, pushing my head up and down, making me go faster and deeper. I gagged, but continued, used to being treated roughly.
“Good,” My Master sounded relieved and Marcus groaned as he came in my mouth, forcing himself deep inside of me so I had to swallow every drop of his liquid.
He eventually let me go and I shuffled backwards, a familiar dead feeling consuming me.
“You have trained her well Sebastian,” Marcus said shakily as he did himself back up.
“Thank you,” I felt my Master watching me as I climbed to my feet, not daring to wipe my mouth. I kept my head bowed and he said, “you will go and clean up so you’re presentable for Hunter tonight.”
I shut my eyes and bowed my head, “yes Master.”
“Go.”
I turned and walked out of the door...and only when I was out of sight did I allow a tear to run down my cheek.