It was her to decide if he was up to the job.
“Eyes out the window, scum.”
Ordered to get his gaze off that gap in her top provocatively showing off her breasts, Ka-Lan did as told.
“She’s the one to watch.” Nathor had warned. “World-class bitch!”
“Lose the rags.”
She snapped. Again Ka-Lan had done as told. Everything about this situation got up his nose. Kidnapped. Sold off as a slave. Now forced into passing scrutiny. Having no say in the matter. Ka-Lan resented her tone. He hated himself for being the compliant slave. But he did it. What choice did he have?
Never shy with a girl, never needed to. But this was no playing around before getting down to it. There was nothing playful here. He was ORDERED naked. This was control. This was power. And he was just some fuckhead slave.
Ka-Lan hadn’t hesitated. Made himself naked before her. Stood strong and muscled. But just an object for her perusal. An anonymous piece of male muscle, worthless. A nude male statue could have aroused more interest. Slave. Scum. He was nothing. But this twin-sister had the final word. Everything depended on making himself acceptable.
She took her time taking him in. But Ka-Lan did not feel he was stood there buck-naked-proud. Like he might be before some new girl. Showing off. He was nervous.
“Any man who crossed her felt the lash of her temper”. Sadistic as hell.
Ka-Lan knew he had to please. His was a job fucking her brother’s betrothed for a living .. or condemned to the mines. No choice.
“Get him hard.”
Guards shoved his feet apart. Ka-Lan suffered male hands on his precious “wares” again. Just like when he’d been put up for sale. But these seemed to have it down to a practised hard. Something looped behind his ballsack, crossed over his cock-root, a hard tug. It held. Job done. No fumbling about with knotting thin cord. These guards of hers knew their stuff, they had the right gear.
He stood, looking out of the window .. as ordered, warned. Feeling it working down below. Keeping a neutral look on his face. But feeling her eyes all on him down there. Watching him. Staring intently as he was thickening. Observing the rise, every inch of it. Was she timing it?
Had he ever felt more demeaned to an object? He felt her eyes on his strengthening cock. Then why wasn’t he proud about letting her watch his manliness grow to his full glory? About showing himself off? He’d never felt shy before. What were those tremors deep in his gut?
She was on his side of the table, leaning against it. Without looking he sensed her arms behind on the table, the gap in her tunic, he felt, had widened. His male mind’s eye felt her nipples pressing against the material. But he didn’t look. He’d been warned off. Besides, SHE was doing enough looking for the pair of them.
“Bring in the whore.”
A slave-girl was made to go down on her knees. Taking his jutting cock and sucking him off.
“When you taste him .. OUT!”
The sister hissed at the terrified girl.
“He comes in your gob .. I’ll have the skin flayed off your back ….”
Nathor’s words jangled in Ka-Lan’s head. Sadistic as hell, he’d said. Ka-Lan stood there .. under evilly intense scrutiny .. getting sucked off and having no part to play. Meant to just stand there and do nothing. Look out of the window. He had indeed fallen into the hands of a world-class bitch!