“Why all the ropes and straps?”
The betrothed asked ingenuously as she bounced on him .. wildly beating on his hard-on. Panted like an out-of-shape matron that had baying hounds on her heels. For Ka-Lan, this was beyond odd. Wasn’t this supposed to be fun? And personal? This was like having sex with him was no more than throwing a ball for her puppy to fetch.
Someone must have given her the idea this was supposed to be like doing hard work. But still her simple question chimed with him, he smiled inside the hood. Exactly, my beauty, why the ropes? His ankles were tied down at the end of the stone, his hands fastened out of the way. Was that so he didn’t soil her precious skin with his stinking slave-hands? Or were his hands taken out of play so his artfulness didn’t arouse her? So he couldn’t show her how things were done?
The one restraint he couldn’t work out was the leather strap tight across his hips. Pinning his lower torso to this lump of rock underneath him. When it came to it ….. when there was no holding it back … how the hell was he supposed to give it to her?
You’re right, my beauty, …. Without all this Ka-Lan could be doing you a much better job. He felt himself warming towards her. Not just pity. There seemed something pleasantly attractive about her guilelessness. And he sensed a growing sense of comradeship. Both of them victims in this broken charade.
“The ropes are needed. For control.”
The twin-sister’s harsh came back harsh. Dismissive.
“For your safety. Things like these .. they’re animals, these slaves.”
Ka-Lan felt himself brushed away, he counted for nothing. A hard cock. Nothing more.
“Good for just one thing ….”
Like this poor girl. Just some virgina to be filled. Impregnated. A cash-cow.
That trivialising sweep of the hand just about summed up the twin-sister’s attitude. A male like Ka-Lan .. nothing. Not for this world-class bitch. Men were animals. Her view of all guys ….. if Nathor’s comments were right.
Ka-Lan felt sorry for the poor used girl. In ignorance. Cast-aside by family, used to advance their ambitions. And clearly the poor soul had not the first idea what sex was about. More to this than just getting pregnant, my sweet, Ka-Lan thought as she panted .. beating about on his pole. An innocent in a field of wolves. Thinking she was doing this right. More fun to be had out of this, sweetheart .. more than this desperate sprint-to-the-finish she was running right now.
A few free sessions with her .. Ka-Lan would set her right. He knew he could turn her world upside-down. Open her eyes to a new world of experience .. make her gasp in wonder. And all done for-free, sweetheart.
After all, he was her slave. It was what he did for a living now. Poor girl, did she take it for normal .. this thing she was doing, this ungainly bouncing up and down, panting away? She really thought, this was what she was supposed to doing?
He felt sorry for her .. never mind how he felt about his own predicament. He was no stranger to sex .. in a multitude of different ways. For him at least, this act of doing the business .. whacked-off like this here .. all personal involvement stripped away .. for Ka-Lan this was better than the alternative, labouring down in the mines … But for her? Poor kid. Life could be so much more. But did any sucker here give a toss?
Her whole weight jostled up-and-down on him. Ludicrous. Ka-Lan didn’t even feel the need to imagine her at it .. no clothes, wanking him off, pearls of sweat forming on her breasts. This was all too gross. Grotesque. For both of them. They counted for nothing. Pawns. Used by others. Engaged in the most intimate act between male and female .. and they were simply objects playing out others’ scheming games.
Her few comments about him ….. he realised they were the first questions about him as a person. Innocently showing an interest in HIM . . Admiration for his physique. Was he good looking? Since he’d been bought. Since his life had been directed to this end .. no one else had shown the slightest interest. A THING. A stand-up cock.
She’d asked …… Was he good-looking? Valid question, sweetheart. He was to father her child, after all. Wasn’t it right that she might like to know? What if he looked like a pig’s behind? But …..”she was betrothed.” “Of interest to only one male”. The young Master. Who didn’t give a fuck! Good-looking Ka-Lan .. he just didn’t matter. And neither did she.
When she’d asked if he was good-looking, Ka-Lan had wanted to cry out, YES!. Or at the very least to nod. Some act of communication. After all, they were engaged in this intimate act between a man and woman .. even if her guileless beating down on his boner was making it look grotesque. The most intimate act ….. . Or it would have been .. if there hadn’t been a pair of gruff burly guards and the twin-sister sitting in …..
It was the most natural thing to want to make human contact. To call out and assure her he was. But he’d had the warning ……
“Murmur one word, fuck-arse. Give just a single fucking-sound .. a word .. a moan …… Promise ya, motherfucker …… she’ll have you.”
The guards had pinned Ka-Lan down on the stone. His bare back cold against the coarse rock. Feet tied at one end, wrists bound immobile. His cock tight-cinched, hard, pointed straight up. That hood had come last, a surprise. Then the warning came hissed through the scratchy fabric.
“Saw a fucker once .. he spoke out of turn. She sliced his cock off. Herself. Fried it while he sobbed. Cut it up into mouth-sized slices. Herself. She fed him. Herself. Did it all herself.”
Ka-Lan didn’t doubt it. World-class sadist. He wasn’t going to murmur a sound.