Possessions Ch. 02

At Ehrik's curt nod, Allek moved to gather Trimelk. As they left the area, both men looked over their shoulder to see Sarantha all but smirking, self-satisfaction practically coming off of her in waves.

After taking several corridors, Trimelk was surprised when, instead of being led through a door to a bed chamber, he was instead escorted into a large bathing room.

"Hurry up. Sarantha is not patient in her pregnancy. Her moods are unstable, but I guarantee that she will be displeased if I bring you to her dirty, covered in food and wine." Allek sent Trivalm a knowing look. "She is a good woman. Kind, much kinder than many other slave owners. Her slaves are well fed, clothed and receive medical care. Many of them are even educated. As long as you are obedient and respectful you will have no hardship. Her anger stems from her loneliness, having never been parted from him-" They both knew what "him" the Captain referred to. "-before. She even accompanied him on the front when he went to war. She was active before her pregnancy, assisting in the running of the keep. She would play games with the children, even run the obstacle courses with the young men aspiring to enter the army. She beat most of them too. For a woman, she is strong and fast."

Trimelk listened intently, grateful for the information, as he quickly divested himself of his clothing. He couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction as the warm water, scented with spring flowers, swirled around him, soothing his aching muscles. He didn't ponder a slave's use of such a fine bath. The tub was deep and surrounded by scented oils and soaps. Standing, the water reached his hips, seated on the bench it reached the top of his chest. He ran his wet hands over his arms and chest, splashed water on his face. Quickly, Trivalm ducked his head beneath the water, threading his fingers through his hair to smooth out the tangles and rinse wine and chunks of food from the strands. When he surfaced, Allek continued speaking, imparting valuable information.

"The 'soothing' that Ehrik speaks of is not necessarily sex, though if it is ordered of you, you will obey." There was a warning in his voice, before it suddenly turned amused. "You will also meet Ivory, Sarantha's pet. Do not, under any circumstances, do anything that could possibly be considered 'mean' or 'rude' or 'dangerous' to that girl. I'll be honest, when the child is born, I'm not sure which Sarantha will love more."

Having cleansed his body, Trivalm left the warm water. He raised his brow curiously, not imagining that a woman would love a slave as much as her own child, but didn't comment as he ran a plain comb through his hair before securing it at the nape of his neck. "Why do you show me this kindness? Giving me such information?

The men left the chamber and again began to traverse the corridors. Trimelk noticed that the he received many curious gazes, but there was no fear in the eyes of the servants or slaves crossing their path, for him or the Captain. They simply nodded their respect to the Captain, or ducked their heads in submission.

Allek sighed, chose his words carefully. "Something like this, giving Generals as war slaves, has never been done before. Many do not agree with it. A General captured in battle is one thing, but for them to be given," He paused, shook his head, "It is not the way of war. Alaliya sees things in black and white. She will demand that you behave as slaves until that is no longer your status. Ehrik, Kriel and I, however, we are in a different position. We must direct and treat you as slaves even though we respect you as soldiers, Generals. It is difficult. Do not be surprised if he even allows you to military meetings, accepts your council." His voice suddenly turned playful as they reached a door that he rapped his knuckles on. "Plus, I would never wish the torture you would receive on any man should you upset Sarantha's pet."

Before Trivalm could respond, the door slid open, revealing a scene that widened his eyes and dropped his jaw. The chamber wasn't particularly large, and was even though decorated in a manner befitting a General's wife, it only held the most basic of furniture. Easily recognizable was the vanity area, stocked with cosmetics and accessories. A large chair was set in one corner, bookshelves filled with tombs forming a backdrop behind it. Another corner of the room was curtained off, and he wondered what was behind it. A small, personal bathing tub, only large enough for one large person, surrounded with shelved containing scented oils was visible through curtains drawn back and tied with silks. Positioned near the bed was a large comfortable looking nursery chair and beautifully decorated crib.

The bed, however, was what held his interest. It was large, large enough for at least five people. It was raised several feet off the ground. But most surprising was the fact that the space below the bed had been turned into a cage. It was only high enough that the only way to move around in it was to crawl. The floor was covered in cushions and blankets with several pillows scattered randomly. One corner of the cage had a small shelf with a pitcher and goblet upon it. Gilded though it may have been, however, it was still a cage. Under a bed.

What the hell was wrong with these people?

Upon the bed lounged Sarantha, her legs stretched out before her, a book in hand. Her hair had been taken down and flowed over her shoulder like a waterfall, the gentle waves showing the streaks of red in the chestnut strands. A small girl, even smaller than the petite pregnant woman, lay naked, curled over Sarantha's legs, a content smile gracing her pretty face as her golden hair was stroked gently, the exact way a dog would have its head pet. Her skin was so fair that is stood in stark contrast to the large man with oiled skin the color of pure dark chocolate, even darker than Sarantha's hair, standing next to the bed. His eyes swept over Trivalm once before returning to the small girl. Several slaves and servants milled around the room, tending to different tasks.

Trivalm was pulled from his gaping by Allek's chuckle and gentle nudge. It took only moments for the Captain to have him restrained in a chair similar to the one that had been used earlier by Alaliya.

"Allek?" Sarantha called softly as he finished and turned away.

"Yes, ma'am?" He responded formally.

It was obvious from the look on Sarantha's face that she wanted to say something, but didn't know how. Several times she opened her mouth, but then closed it. The Captain seemed to understand, walking to the bed, discarding the book and taking both of her hands in his.

"I miss him too, dear." He kissed her knuckles. "When he died, I could have gone to any keep. I came here to take care of you. For him. He would want you to be taken care of. You are not a burden. Not to me. Not to your family. None of us would be happy if you were to leave. Even if you did, I would follow you. I would leave the military to see to your care." After a pause, during which he simply held her hands, Allek nodded toward the bath. "The servants are done. Shall we give your pet her bath?"

The small woman gave a shaky sigh and nodded, silent tears dripping down her cheeks. Tivalm couldn't help but wonder at the drastic difference between her outrageous outbursts earlier, and this quiet despair. Why was she so concerned with being a burden? It was her family's duty to see to her care after her husband's death, especially as she was with child.

Upon learning of her impending bath, Ivory started bouncing on the bed, her eyes glazed with joy. She smiled and crawled back and forth from Sarantha to the edge of the bed closest to the tub, and back to nuzzle against her owner, before starting the route all over again.

"Ebon, calm my pet for her bath please." Sarantha sounded mildly amused at her little slave's excitement.

Instantly, the large man that had been silently standing near the bed lunged forward, and grasped the small woman around her waist. Quick as lightning, he flipped her onto her back, her small form bouncing slightly, and forced her knees apart. The girl didn't make it easy for him, bucking and trying to twist away as she giggled and pulled at his wrists. Without seeming to notice the girl's struggles, Ebon pulled her to the edge of the bed, threw her legs over his shoulders and dipped his head between her creamy thighs. Ivory arched her back and hissed her satisfaction, quickly becoming complacent under the man's ministrations. She hummed and sighed happily as he feasted, pressing her hips into his face. It didn't take long for the girl's voice to raise in volume, for her body to start to thrash of it's own accord, for her to reach down and grasp the man's head and pull on the braid attached to his scalp.

Trivalm had no interest in watching. He turned his head, thinking to study the room, find anything that could be used as a weapon if necessary, but Sarantha's voice interrupted his search.

"Pay attention, little slave. You will be helping take care of my pet soon, too."

He expected something to bounce off of his head when he didn't obey. Instead, when he finally turned his head, Sarantha was just looking at him, a glint in her eyes that he was sure didn't bode well for him. Allek shook his head, a wry smirk twisting his lips.

"Pet, I think our new little slave is upset he is all alone. Go make him feel welcome in his new home."

Trivalm narrowed his eyes as Ivory slid from the bed to the floor and crawled toward him, her hips swaying seductively, drawing the gaze of the dark skinned man following close behind. Her eyes, still glazed with her pleasure, met and held his. He tried to look intimidating, to dissuade them from whatever they thought to do. Neither seemed to notice, or if they did they simply didn't care.

When Ivory reached him, she raised up on her knees and pressed her slim body between his thighs. Bound as he was, Trivalm couldn't stop her. He snarled at the back of her head as she nuzzled his groin, blowing warm, moist air through the fabric of his pants. Regardless of how he willed it otherwise, his body responded to the attention, his cock starting to fill. As soon as it was noticeable, the girl glanced over her shoulder. At Sarantha's warm smile and nod, Ivory pulled his semi erect cock from his pants and easily sucked the swelling organ into her mouth.

Trivalm couldn't help but throw his head back at the sudden contact. It had been months, first on the battlefield, then being transported here, since he had felt the intimate touch of a woman. And this woman was well versed in carnal pleasure. Even as he hardened to his full length and girth, just slightly larger than average, according to the women who had felt it necessary to inform him, she had no trouble taking his full length down her throat, easily giving him the wet suction his body desired. The way her tongue massaged the underside of his cock left him gasping. Once he was fully erect in her mouth, she began to bob her head, her small hands sliding beneath him to fondle his balls. Every few bobs, she would pull off of his cock far enough that only the head was in her mouth, giving her the opportunity to run her tongue along the slit. The feeling was exquisite. Even as he tried to resist, the practiced woman managed to drag a vast array of pleasured sounds from him. Ivory obviously took his grunts, groans, and moans as encouragement. The more pleasured noises he made, the more effort she seemed to put into her task.

Trivalm kept is head back, his eyes squeezed closed, desperate to maintain some semblance of self-control throughout this indignity. But when the little blonde started making a different noise, his curiosity easily won out, and he looked down at her to find the large Ebon kneeling behind her, his hips moving in a slow, measured cadence, his hands running gently along her back and sides, soothing her. Occasionally those dark hand would slip around her body to tease her breasts, earning a happy little squeak from Ivory. The man never looked at him. His entire attention was on the petite woman between them. Every sound of pleasure she made brought a flash of satisfaction to Ebon's eyes.

Even though he tried, Trivalm couldn't tear his gaze away from the alluring sight before him. The contrast of both of their unusual colorings was oddly arousing. and Trivalm found himself watching those hands on their path. Ivory's almost translucent paleness and Ebon's raven darkness were so unusual that they could each be considered arousing in and of themselves. Together they were awe inspiring. It didn't take long before his balls began to tighten with his impending release.

He had no idea when, but Sarantha and Allek had moved to each side of him. Allek gripped his hair and forced him to face Sarantha. She looked into his eyes as she laid her hand on the back of Ivory's head. With no warning, she forced the girl's head down completely on his cock. At the same moment Ebon gripped Ivory's hips and started pistoning his hips hard enough to rock the petite woman on her knees, even as she grasped his legs for support. The vibrations from the girl's cries sent him over the edge, and he was forced to stare into Sarantha's eyes as he shouted his pleasure and spilt himself straight into Ivory's throat, giving her no choice but to swallow every drop of his seed. Sarantha continued to hold the girl's head down another moment. That clever little tongue never stilled. Even when she was released, instead of sitting up, even as she gasped to regain her breath, Ivory went back to bobbing her head, teasing his over sensitized cock with her restless tongue. It wasn't until he was gasping, his body jerking uncontrolledly against his bonds, the pleasure bordering on pain, that Sarantha pulled her pet's head off of his cock.

Even as he gasped for breath, his body still singing, Trivalm watched as the girl turned and orally cleaned Ebon's cock of their combined juices. Trivalm had no idea when the other man had found his release. Ivory looked up into his eyes as she completed her task, seemingly happy with the way he gazed down at her with contented happiness shining in his eyes. When his cock was clean of everything except her saliva, Ivory leaned into Saratha, who immediately began stoking the girl, praising her performance, calling the woman her "precious pet" and "good girl".

As if she really were a pet. As if she really were an animal.

The praise lasted through the girl's bath, given to her by Ebon with Sarantha watching from the bed.

Allek moved Trivalm from the dungeon chair to the wall hidden behind the curtain. A small bed, just big enough to fit his large frame, was situated, bolted to the wall. A manacle was attached to his ankle, the other end bolted to the wall near the foot of the bed. He did not miss the other three other manacles and metal collar also attached to the bed, nor the fact that the chains could be bolted to the bedposts to shorten them, and thus immobilize him. With Allek's pointed gaze at the metal collar, also attached to the wall by a thick chain, Trivalm realized he was being given a chance to prove he could behave and a warning of how much worse things could be for him if he couldn't.

Within moments, Sarantha was settled on the bed, Ebon tucking her in. Ivory had crawled into the cage beneath the bed and snuggled into her blankets before drifting off. Ebon moved around the room, extinguishing candles. When he was finished all except the one next to Sarantha, he looked at Trivalm with a frown. Trivalm realized it must be Ebon's bed he was sleeping in. Sarantha hummed a little, getting the man's attention and directing him into the cage beneath the bed. He obediently crawled inside, before closing and locking the door behind himself. He seemed happy as he curled his much larger body around Ivory, kissing the sleeping girl on her head before closing his charcoal eyes.

Sarantha extinguished the last candle. Even in the dark, he could tell that she was looking at him. Or, given the darkness, in his general direction. After a moment, her soft voice came floating through the darkness.

"You are educated, little slave?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, Mistress." Trivalm was tired. He would play her game if it meant he could sleep sooner.

"In what?"

Trivalm rolled his eyes in the darkness. "Militaristic matters, Mistress." Simple, short answers, he told himself.

"That's all?" Sarantha inquired, honestly sounding surprised.

"All that matters, Mistress."

A soft laugh teased the air. "Yet you speak several languages. You were muttering in a language I do not know when you had your cock down my pet's throat."

"Yes, Mistress." What did she expect him to say?

"Is there anything you are particularly interested in learning, little slave?"

There was, but he would never admit it to her. "No, Mistress."

Sarantha made a gentle hum, then turned onto her back. When she next spoke, amusement tinged her voice. "You are a horrible liar. I imagine you lack practice. I find I like that. Think of something, little slave. Otherwise you will be learning to take men's cocks up your ass to fill my treasury. Goodnight, little slave. Rest well."

Trivalm didn't know if it was an empty threat. If it had been Alaliya, he wouldn't have doubted it for a single moment. But from Sarantha he wasn't quite sure. He also didn't care to find out. He wracked his brain, trying to think of something he wanted to learn, anything to appease her. There wasn't much. The things that had been necessary for him to learn, he had.

After only a few moments, Trivalm gave up, gave into his exhaustion and allowed sweet slumber to claim him.