Amber's Enslavement Ch. 04

"You mean it's not all fun and games?"

"I never claimed it was. I said that slaves enjoy and are fulfilled by their slavery. No one likes every part of their place in the world."

"What do you dislike?"

"I don't like placing slaves in permanent contracts. My slaves, as I think of the ones I'm responsible for, are like my family. I feel like I've lost a son or daughter when one of them is placed in a permanent position."

"Do you think of me that way?"

"Not yet. Until you're collared, I don't let the feelings grow. If you should die and I felt that way about you, it would hurt more than I could bear."

Amber walked on in thought. In spite of herself, she was coming to understand how these strange people thought. She had no trouble believing that Garth loved his slaves. Unless there was an incredible amount of acting talent in this house, she had to believe that the slaves themselves loved what they were and did. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something to what they were telling her.

When they arrived at the dining hall, Garth directed her to a table with seven slaves she didn't recognize. The slaves stood and said, "Good day, Master." One of them added, "What can we do for you?"

As he uncuffed Amber and chained her ankle to the seat, he replied, "This is one of the new captives, Amber. I've given her permission to ask you anything she wishes. You're to answer her with total honesty. If she wishes to ask any other slave in the hall questions, bring them here and tell them what I told you."

"Yes, Master." Turning to Amber, the slave, a male human, hugged Amber saying, "Welcome. I know you're probably a little scared right now; we all were. We'll try to answer all your questions. Would you like something to eat before we start?"

Garth had moved away, leaving the room. "Yes, if you don't mind." She pointed at some meat rolls. "Those look good. May I have some of those and some fruit?"

"Mel, would you?"

"Of course, Tham. I'll be right back." The short, stocky, female slave rushed off towards the serving area.

"Do any of you remember your past lives?"

All of them shook their heads. The leader, as Amber came to think of Tham, replied, "No, the potion is quite effective. I remember nothing before waking that first time. I cried like a baby when I realized that I couldn't remember anything. I think it was over an hour before I knew that I was also chained to the wall. That had me crying for another period of time."

"When did you know that you wanted to be a slave?"

The slaves at the table looked at one another, apparently trying to decide who was to answer first. Tham, the defacto leader, answered first.

"I knew it by the end of the first day as a captive. The sex was great and there was nothing else, so I just went with it." He turned towards one of the females and added, "Yerna, your experience was different, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Tham. Amber, I didn't know I'd accepted slavery until I was collared and didn't fall asleep. Until then, I was as frightened as you seem to be now. I was sure I was going to die and was shocked when I didn't."

The other slaves all had their own experiences, similar in many ways, but all ending with their having come to accept being slaves. It also seemed that for some, such as Yerna, that acceptance came in two stages; living through the collaring, accepting it subconsciously; and accepting it emotionally and coming to terms with the fact of being a slave.

Yerna explained how it was for her. "You see, once the collar was on and I was alive, I didn't have a choice. The first few days of training were hard for me. I didn't think the collar had worked right. I was resisting my training and being a pain in the ass. I was punished a lot back then."

"How did you come to like it?"

"It was a combination of getting tired of the punishments and coming to enjoy the sex."

"Have you ever seen a captive reject slavery and die?"

Yerna and two of the other slaves looked sadly at the question. "Yes, I have. All three of us have. It's so hard to watch a slave die at collaring. They just fall asleep and a few days later they stop breathing. One I saw (there were two) was sharing my quarters and died in my room."

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry you had to experience that."

"It was sad. There's a rumor going around that you're very resistant to slavery. Are you going to die on us, Amber?"

"Yerna! We're here for Amber to question, not to question Amber. Report for punishment tonight after the evening meal." Tham was mad at Yerna's audacity.

Amber looked distressed. "No! Please, don't punish her. It's a natural question. Yerna, I don't want to die, but I don't want to be a slave. Today's made it so hard to maintain my hold on that. I've seen slaves doing things that are noble, good things. I've seen that my death will make others sad. I can feel my resolve slipping away. I don't know Yerna, I just don't know if I'll die. Can I ask another question?"

"Of course, anything."

"What don't you like about being a slave?"

She could see the looks of surprise on all the slaves' faces. Amber wondered if they'd ever thought about what was unpleasant about being a slave. She suspected that the slave training was as much about learning to love being a slave as it was about how to be a slave. She waited, counting on, ironically, their ingrained need to obey. One who hadn't spoke before answered first.

"Amber, I'm called Kazil. I don't like pain." The other slaves looked at Kazil in surprise. "Don't look at me that way. Why is it so surprising? Pain hurts. Of course I don't like it."

"But, symbiosis…?"

"Yes, I can orgasm from pain, but pain is still unpleasant. There are much better ways to cum. I know all of you truly enjoy pain, but I don't"

"Thank you, Kazil. I needed to hear that. Everything I've seen makes it look like slavery is this immensely blissful experience. You've all made it sound too good to be true. What about the rest of you? What don't you enjoy about your slavery?"

Yerna looked down, and then back up. "I'm not fond of pleasing women sexually. Don't get me wrong, I'm good at it and will do it anytime my Masters ask it of me, but it feels weird whenever I do. It's a little uncomfortable and I really prefer to fuck men."

With two slaves admitting their dislikes, the dam seemed to break. Each slave had something that they described at least as their least favorite part of slavery. The subjects were highly varied. One disliked the idea that she would have to serve with a physician. Another had problems with anal penetration. When they'd all answered, Amber asked another question.

"Haven't you ever told them about your problems? Don't you think they'd want to know?"

"I don't think it's ever occurred to me. I've always accepted everything that's been asked of me without thinking about if I'd like it. I've never thought about like and dislike. Why would the Masters care what I liked?"

"Garth told me that slaves are placed with Masters that fit the slave's profile. The slave's strengths and weaknesses are taken into account. Shouldn't your preferences be included as part of your profile, your strengths and weaknesses?"

She could tell from their faces that none of these slaves had thought that way. Amber recalled Leesha's answer the previous night. "Of course I don't (enjoy every contract), I'm no saint." Leesha was aware of what she did and didn't like. It hit Amber then; Garth had used her to further these slaves' training. "How many placements have you had; I mean outside of the house?"

When they all answered that they'd never been so placed, Amber knew she was right. Thinking about and acknowledging that there were parts of being a slave that they didn't enjoy was part of their training. Amber wondered how slaves were taught to think of those things in the past. Everyone was so shocked at Amber's resistance levels that this kind of questioning couldn't be normal.

The rest of the meal time passed with just small talk among the slaves. Garth returned and led Amber, bound once again, away. The rest of the day went much like the morning; seeing slaves engaged in non-sexual activities. Many of these were activities that Amber suspected she would enjoy doing if she was free. Leesha was waiting for Amber in their quarters. Once Amber was chained at her ankle and Garth had left, Leesha sat beside her.

"How are you feeling tonight?"

"Still scared, but it doesn't feel as strong. I still don't want to be a slave."

"Amber, remember when you asked me to spank you last night?" Amber blushed as she nodded. The memory of the arousal and sex that followed was intense. "I'd like you to return the favor."

"You want me to spank you?" Amber was incredulous.

"Yes. It would help you know whether you're a sadist or not. If you aren't aroused by spanking me, then you're definitely not a sadist."

"What if I am aroused by it?"

"Then you may be one, or you may not. I think a sadist would be unable to be aroused by anything else."

In truth, Leesha had no idea what made one a sadist. Her goal was to reassure Amber no matter what happened. Amber bit her lip, thinking about what she'd been asked. Part of her wanted nothing to do with such things. Another part, however, was curious; would she enjoy spanking someone?

"Okay. I'll try."

"I'm glad. Here, use this paddle." Leesha retrieved the same paddle she'd used the previous night. "I'm going to stand against the wall like this." She put her hands against the wall and thrust her hips out, presenting her ass as a prominent target. "You paddle me. Don't hold back, I can take it."

"Do you…should I…are you going to cum?"

"If you want to do it long enough for me to do so, that would be great."

Amber picked up the paddle and stood behind Leesha. She gave a tentative stroke. Leesha took a deep breath.

"Harder, go ahead and give me harder. I'll need more to cum."

Amber gave another slap, this one leaving a slight redness behind. Leesha moaned invitingly, asking for more and harder. Amber hit Leesha's ass again, her strength increasing. When Leesha asked her not to stop between strokes, Amber started hitting Leesha repeatedly. Soon, Leesha's ass was bright red and little trails of pussy juice were running down her leg. Still, Leesha asked for harder strokes. Amber started to put her back into it. Leesha's moans increases in volume and sensuousness. Her tears ran in accompaniment to her pussy juice. When she came, Leesha sank to the floor, her body quivering in orgasm. A couple of minutes later, Leesha stood back up, her body gleaming with sweat and sex.

"So, are you aroused?"

Amber looked at the floor in embarrassment. "Yes, a little."

"But not as much as getting spanked made you, right?"

"Yeah, you're right. Does that mean I'm not a sadist?"

"In all likelihood." Leesha sat next to Amber, wincing as her ass touched the bedding.

"I'm sorry, that still hurts doesn't?"

"That's okay, it was worth it. Would you like comfort tonight?"

"It's a little surprising, but I would, just not from you. Don't get me wrong, you were fantastic, but I'd like a guy."

"You want to be fucked?" Leesha asked with a smile.

"You're not offended?"

Leesha laughed. "Of course not! I like a hard cock in my cunt too. I just didn't think you'd be comfortable with that yesterday."

"I wouldn't have been."

"I'll fetch someone."

"Leesha, human please?"

"Of course. Familiar is best at first. Think about that hard cock, thrusting in and out of your pussy while I find you one."

Amber laid back, her hand absentmindedly caressing her pussy lips. She wondered if this was to be her last fuck. She wondered if this was to be her first fuck. She knew her maidenhead was missing, but that didn't mean she'd slept with a man before. It wasn't long before Leesha returned with a male slave.

"Amber, this is Hastur. He'll give you what you want tonight."

"Hi, Hastur." Now that he was here, Amber found herself surprisingly shy.

"Amber, you're lovely. But, really, a slave such as myself enjoys all parts of sex. Would you steal from me the chance to build your arousal into a burning fire in your loins?"

Amber blushed as Hastur entered and sat beside her reclined form. His hand caressed her leg, drawing a shiver from her. Leesha backed out to leave the two alone. Hastur's hand moved up to rub Amber's belly. Amber's breath was coming in shorter gasps as she found herself becoming desperate for pleasure. Hastur hadn't even touched her anyplace sexual, yet her nipples and pussy were responding as if many hands were caressing them.

"God, what are you doing to me?"

"Giving you pleasure. Let yourself feel the need, the tension and the release. Sink into ecstasy."

"Oh yes, please, take me there. If this is my last night, let me spend it happy."

"Your wish is my command."

With that, Hastur increased his ministrations. One hand reached for her breast while the other cupped her head, pulling her into a kiss. His tongue entered her mouth while her nipple was stroked with the lightest of touches. Her skin was tingling with a thrilling sensation as they tasted of each other. Amber's arms grasped his body, trying to pull him closer. He slipped down her body, his mouth finding her other breast to lavish kisses upon.

Amber arched her back, thrusting her breast to him; as if to beg for his attention. He responded by taking the nipple in and flicking with his tongue. The combined sensations of sucking and tongue lashing caused Amber to cry out. She pulled his head tight, not wanting him to stop. One of his hands moved down to her pussy and lightly brushed the hair surrounding it. She screamed in ecstasy without cumming. Her body was covered in sweat and her pussy juice flowed freely.

Hastur kept up this assault on her body for some time, switching between her breasts and never touching her pussy itself. By the time he moved his head to her cunt, she was sobbing in pleasure, desperate to be taken higher, to cum. His hands gently pried her lips open, leaving a space for his tongue to work. When he took the first light lick, her back bowed and she came. As her pussy quivered, he lapped at her lips, gently soothing them while he enjoyed the taste of her cum.

Amber came down slightly, yet was unsatisfied. There was an ache in her cunt; an emptiness that wouldn't be satisfied with this orgasm. It needed to be filled, to be fucked hard and fast. She cried out, begging him to fuck her, to take her body and use it. Hastur's cock was hard and long. His training allowed him to maintain his erection until his Mistress was satisfied. He pulled himself up, his cock hovering about her sex.

"Do you want a little, or should I fuck you to oblivion?"

"Fuck me! Fuck me senseless. Make me delirious with ecstasy."

With that plea, Hastur rammed his cock into Amber's cunt, pulling her into a tight embrace. His mouth found hers again as he thrust into her repeatedly. Amber's arousal soared and she held on tight, as if to let go was to fall and drown. Within minutes, she came, her body shaking with intensity. Hastur didn't stop, but continued fucking her with abandon.

Amber barely came down before she rocketed up to another climax. Amber was panting, moaning with desire and exhaustion. Her clit and pussy ached from the hard use; but she didn't want to stop. She felt a need to experience the great bliss that was on the horizon. She knew she was possibly dooming herself to accepting slavery, but she didn't care right now. The last two days had been an emotional roller coaster and she needed peace. The only peace she could find was sexual bliss, so she chased after it.

A third orgasm hit her and Hastur began to slow. Amber cried out, "No, don't stop. Fuck me until I pass out. Fuck me silly."

Hastur resumed his fucking, plowing into her again. Amber was gasping, unable to breathe fully. She thrust herself against him, desperate for every bit of pleasure from this man. Her clit was practically in pain, so sensitive that it couldn't handle the constant friction it was being subjected to. She had no breath to scream out her fourth orgasm. Nearly delirious, she begged for more, for him to not stop. Leesha reentered the room, watching with concern on her face. She didn't interrupt, but stood ready to help in needed.

As Amber rose to those heights again, she gasped, "Cum in me, let me feel you in me." As her last orgasm hit her, Hastur let himself cum, emptying himself into her cunt. Amber's eyes rolled into her head and she passed out. Hastur pulled out and stood, his cock wet with cum and cunt juice. Leesha knelt and cleaned him with her mouth. Once she was done, she stood.

"I didn't expect that."

"She seemed unhappy and searching for it," Hastur replied.

"She's been more afraid of slavery than I've ever seen a captive before. Most captives settle down after the second day, but not Amber. I'll sit with her. I expect she might have a nightmare. Thank you, Hastur."

"It was my pleasure. I hope she accepts. Her passion will make her an exceptional slave.

*****

The Venturer walked out of Inclon's office, his report having been given. Inclon thought hard on what he'd heard. Given what he'd been told, it was no wonder Amber, with her memories partially accessible, would fear slavery so much. The irony, he thought, was that if she had full memories or no access at all, she would probably welcome Destranian slavery with open arms. He stood; a determined look on his face.

With his slow, measured gait, stick tapping on the floor, Inclon traversed the halls until he reached the library of the house. There he searched for the scroll he needed. After several minutes, he found what he was looking for; An Alchemist's Guide to Reagents and Mana. He carried the scroll back to his office. His slave was waiting for him.

"Justilia, I'll be staying up late. I have some research to do. Would you fetch me some Kala?"

"Of course, Master. Will you need anything to eat?"

"Some cheese perhaps."

As the slave left, he unrolled to scroll, searching for the first ingredient. With 27 that were used, it promised to be a long night. Inclon stifled a yawn and rubbed his eyes before starting to read and make notes.

*****

Amber's sleep was pleasantly free of nightmares. She woke to the smell and feel of dried sex and sweat. Opening her eyes, she saw Leesha sitting beside her, her eyes red from lack of sleep.

"Have you been up all night?"

"Yes, I was afraid you'd have nightmares."

"Why?"

"You seemed so desperate with Hastur last night."

"I guess I was. For a while, I wasn't afraid. I'm being collared today, aren't I?"

"Yes, today's the day. After the morning meal, you'll be bathed and prepared. The actual collaring will be just before the midday meal."

"Will I be alone?"

"No, Bressala and I will be with you."

"Leesha, if I fall asleep, I'm sorry for the pain it'll cause you."

"You don't have to be. I've been there; I know what you're going through. Let it happen. Why don't you clean up a little and I'll get food."

By the time Amber had washed her body a little, Leesha had returned with the usual breakfast platter of bread, fruit, and cheese. Leesha tried to keep up some light conversation, but Amber was too tense about her impending fate. Amber had only eaten a little by the time Garth had arrived.

"Amber, it's time to prepare you. How are you feeling?"

"Scared, nervous, relieved. Doesn't make much sense, does it?"

"More sense than you know. Aurora will be giving you your bath again."

"I understand. I'm not as frightened of her as I was two days ago."

"You'll find that she's an exceptionally sensitive woman."

Garth went through the motions of releasing Amber from the leg chain, the last time he'd have to do that for Amber, one way or another. Her hands were once again shackled behind her back and the leash attached. With a light snap, Amber and Garth were once again one their way towards the baths. Amber's chest felt constricted, as if she was having trouble breathing. She knew it was the fear and nerves acting on her, but didn't know how to banish them.