Chapter 9

The first weeks in the Medora villa were not very uplifting. Seka was most of the times a victim of total bewilderment. Everything was new to him and consequently he did a lot of mistakes all the time. The people around him didn’t seem to be very understanding of the circumstances and he got yelled at pretty much constantly. At least it felt like it to him. The house was so big, he had never seen such a big house and it had so many rooms. The damn house was like a maze. He got lost several times so maybe he really was as stupid as they told him he was. It seemed like it since he had such trouble with finding his way around. But it was just confusing here somehow; he didn’t use to have any troubles finding his way in the woods. And there were so many people in it. As if there lived almost as many people in this house as it had in his entire village before, it seemed like it anyway. Or was it just because he had such a hard time separating all of these new faces and names from each other? And the lowest slave seemed to take great insult in him not remembering just his or her name. And it wasn’t like they cared learning his name. No, they all called him just "hey you" or "slave". Like he was the only one here, like they weren’t all of them. And they had no damn reason looking down at him. He honestly had not looked down at them though he guessed he had reason too, after all, he was freeborn none of them were. But he started to as the days passed because they were all bastards. And all these chores they wanted him to do was most of it new to him as well. And he guessed it should not have been so hard learning to do them right if only someone would have really taken the time to properly explain things to him and show him what he was supposed to do, but no. They just yelled at him to do this or that and then left. Or just shoved him in front this or that and expected him to finish whatever it was they wanted done. It appeared they thought him capable of reading minds since they also expected him to know when these things should be done and in what way. He did his best, to try to figure things out by himself but it was of course never good enough and he’d get yelled at again. And half of the time he didn’t even know what the hell they were yelling about. They did speak the same language as he did but theirs was different. The melody of it was odd and the way they pronounced the words was strange and a few words here and there were totally unfamiliar to him all together. He could understand most of it well enough if the accent wasn’t too crude and if they didn’t talk too fast and if he concentrated a bit. But these people didn’t make it easy for him. Angry half sentences spluttered in his face was hard to get and he misunderstood things and then he got yelled at even more. No matter how strange he found their way of talking it was apparently nothing compared to the absolute unintelligible gibberish that they thought his speech to be. As soon as he opened his mouth there was always someone there to grin contemptuously at him or taunt him. They mimicked his way of speaking and laughed. He soon turned to talking as little as possible. He soon learned too that no one was particularly happy at having him around at all. He felt very much the intruder. As if he had voluntarily come here just to spite them. He ate alone and he slept alone and no one ever talked with him only to him. And behind his back and then all of a sudden they were particular with him understanding what they "whispered" when they pretended not to know he was right there to hear it. It was all in all a very depressing situation. Maybe he had hoped he would get some friends? Maybe he had thought he had least would be accepted? Maybe he had longed for to talk to someone on the same social level as he so he could carry a normal conversation once and awhile without having to watch every word he said. Without having to grovel and to be able to see that person in the eyes while talking? Maybe he had wished for a bit of understanding at least about how it felt having your freedom taken away from you. It was evident he would get none of those things from the slaves in Medora’s house. Sometimes he told himself they were maybe just jealous of him being in their master’s favor but as the days passed he got pretty insecure about if he really was. Lord Medora had not once sent for him since they arrived here. Seemed he had forgot all about him. He would have thought it quite impossible before but now he actually longed for that big brute. But he took it all without a word, for several reasons. He took it because he was the stranger here and it was hard to stand up to all of them and he took it because he was a mild nature and didn’t want to fight really. He took it and hoped things would get better in time, maybe when they got a bit more used to him and he could prove to them he really wasn’t as stupid as they thought and that he really was trying to do his best? But even he could only take so much… It was such a silly thing really that brought it about. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just one of the other kitchen boys yelling at him, heaping insults over him for no damn reason… just like they did every day. But it was as if something snapped within him and before he knew it his fist kind of launched out on its own and connected with that annoying creature’s nose. And sure there was some nosebleed but it really hadn’t been that hard a blow at all but the damn kid screamed as if he had tried to kill him. The other slave ran out of the room and left him alone in there and first he felt nothing else than pure satisfaction at how good it had felt to do that but pretty soon he started to get worried. The kid would tell on him of course and he didn’t doubt for a second there would be some sort of punishment. Sure enough, a while later the cook squeezed her big body through the door and yelled at him to go to the main kitchen. He hung his head and followed her. He braced himself for the scolding of his life. He didn’t really expect to be beaten. No matter what he had done wrong these past few weeks no one had so far beaten him. Though he had understood some of them had wanted to all right. Obviously slaves were not allowed to deal out physical punishment on their own to other slaves in this house. Or maybe Lord Medora had just told them they could not beat him. He hoped that was the reason. If Medora didn’t want any marks on him it maybe meant he had intended to send for him again. But so far, the slaves of higher rank had dealt with him and the other lower slaves on their own and he didn’t expect someone higher up caring about this little skirmish. He completely froze when entering the main kitchen and saw no other than Lady Erennis herself standing at the middle of the room. The tale telling little bastard right behind her and just about every slave in the house lining the walls staring at him with malicious glee. The cook pushed him in the back and he faltered a few steps towards the lady and fell to his knees. No one had to tell him it was required of him; it felt quite natural even to him to show her that sort of respect. He stared intently at the greasy floorboards and tried to stop trembling. Something told him he was in for something worse than a scolding. "So… you dare make trouble in my house!" That was not a question and he wouldn’t have dared answering anyway. It wasn’t fair he thought. He hadn’t been the one starting it and he had been putting up with things for weeks now. But he knew very well that he ought to just quit that biased thinking. Fairness was a word he might as well totally obliterate from his vocabulary. He would have no use for it. The lady seemed not to even want to waste words on him, she just shouted to someone to go and fetch a cane for her. Seka froze even more and shuddered. The pain scared him of course but it wasn’t that really that made him nauseated. He hadn’t looked up once but could feel the stares from all the gathered people. Seemed he was destined to be a public spectacle. She had stepped closer he realized as he saw her toes under his nose. He fought to remain still and not obey the impulse to crawl backwards and away from her. She put the end of the stick under his chin and made him look up and then she put it to his cheek and made him look to the right of them. A few slaves moved out of the way and revealed a bench. It was only an ordinary bench. Made from rough planks, sturdy and worn smooth from years of use. They rested on it, stepped on it to reach things, used is a sideboard when needed… seemed it was fully sufficient as a bench of torture as well. "Bend over it!" she ordered. There was absolutely nothing in her voice that indicated that she was not serious. Not a trace of any sort of empathy in it. It was quite obvious she did not think for one second that he was not going to obey that order and why would she? He got slowly to his feet and walked over to it. It was not the pain really. He’d been beaten before, he knew he could cope with it. Medora had beaten him up pretty bad in the beginning and he could not believe she would hit him even close to that much. Medora could be hard and unyielding so he knew pain all right but he had never punished him in front others and that was what made his stomach churn and his head spin. The thought of bending over this bench in front all these people and letting them witness his humiliation was quite sickening. But it was not like he had any choice. So he did as he was told and he screamed from surprise and the stinging pain of the first lash that hit him across the back of his thighs. He thought he might have been immune towards being humiliated by now after what he’d been through already but it didn’t work that way he realized. Every degrading situation he was put through had its own horrors. There was no way to compare them. He heard several laughs at his agonized yell and he hid his face in his hair and he hurried to wiggle the hem of his shirt up and stuffed it into his mouth to gag himself. No matter how hard she would hit him he would not give her or her slaves the satisfaction of hearing him scream again. He lost count on how many times she let that stinging crop fall over his thighs, his ass and the small of his back. But it seemed to go on forever and eventually the pain got too much for him and he couldn’t help whimpering and sobbing but he bit the fabric hard and didn’t give them any screams to feast on. In a way he was still grateful that she had not insisted on him taking his trousers off. That would have been worse, he didn’t think he would have survived the shame of being naked in front of them all, not after the shield ride, but as far as the pain concerned it made no difference whatsoever. The thin fabric of the threadbare trousers he wore didn’t shield him from the pain one bit. As the assault finally ceased he felt too exhausted to move an inch and stayed on the bench, trembling violently and breathing hard. He wished they would just leave him alone now. He had done wrong and they had punished him for it, lesson well learned, he would never do it again so could they please just leave him be now? But it seemed Lady Erennis wasn’t finished with him. She promptly took him by the arm and jerked him around and yanked him to his knees again. "Now, apologize!" she said coldly. Seka looked up slowly to see the kid he had hit in the nose standing right in front him, a world of contempt in his eyes and a smug expression. He looked at Lady Erennis too out of the corner of his eye and she looked as if she prepared to force him to do it. She apparently expected him to rebel against it. Maybe she even hoped he would so that she could beat him some more? It struck him that she might hate him! Him personally. That maybe she didn’t dislike having him here because he was a war prisoner or because he was not a good worker and they didn’t need the extra pair of hands anyway… It struck him like a lightning bolt that in a way he was this woman’s rival. That he shared something of hers, that she and him shared something that no one else in this house did. That him and her were the only ones here to both have had Lord Medora’s hands on their bodies, to have had his lips on their lips, to have had his voice whispering endearments in their ears and to have had his cock penetrating them. Yes, Lady Erennis had quite a few things in common with a simple slave that she despised. Seka shivered and realized what danger he was actually in. He could not oppose this woman; he would not survive such an encounter. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to get rid of him. He swallowed the humiliation then and blocked out the mean smiles of all of their faces and asked the kitchen boy’s forgiveness in the most humble manner he could muster. And at Lady Erennis’s demand he declared for all to hear that he now knew his place and would not forget it. He went about doing his chores at the best of his ability the rest of the day with as much indifference to the whole matter as he could fake. And he pretended to ignore the taunting he received in threefold for hours afterwards but when the night came he did something that he hadn’t done for quite some time now. He cried himself to sleep. >>> * <<< The slave girl shouted at him in passing that he was to go to the bath. He tried to walk after her a bit to try and ask what he was supposed to do there but she just shrugged and frowned and muttered that she had more important things to do than explain the obvious to him. He didn’t understand a thing but supposed he was to clean something up in there or something. The lower slaves were usually never allowed in to the family bath so he gathered there probably was something real nasty in there to clean up so that the more spoiled servants didn’t want to do it. He sighed and turned to go there walking still a bit stiffly. It had been four days since Lady Erennis had spanked him good and it had not helped his situation much. They all treated him meaner than ever. And he was still sore as hell. He did not expect anyone to be in there and just walked in looking about him for some stains on the floor or something. He could see nothing, but of course there was a hell of a lot of steam in here and very hot. He was sweating already. Seemed someone had just been taking a bath. He leaned closer to the floor and looked about him some more but startled violently at an amused chuckle that seemed to have come from out of the blue. "Lost something?" He knew that voice well and had no trouble recognizing the contours of a big man in a tub further into the room even as it was steamy and somewhat dark in here. "Please excuse me Master… I… I didn’t know there was anyone here…. I was told to go here and…" Lord Medora chuckled again and cut him short. "I know, I sent for you." "You did?" He mentally kicked himself for sounding so childishly happy. "Yes, get those rags off and come into the tub I can smell you from over here and it’s not smelling roses." He had yet to gather himself from the surprise but obedience was almost automatic by now and he shed the rags and stepped up to the tub looking questioningly at his master. Medora nodded amiably and encouragingly and he lifted one of his slender pale legs over the edge of the tub and soon glided down into the water on the opposite side from the lord. Seka sighed and leaned back. This was nice, very, very nice. Soothingly warm, some faint flowery scent reaching his nose. They soaked for a while and Seka seemed to have almost went to sleep so he nudged his thigh with his toes and made him startle and look up. Seka reached a hand up and pulled some annoying tresses of hair out of his eyes and Medora noticed his hand slightly trembling. Yes, Seka was nervous. He knew very well now why he had been sent for. Medora obviously wanted sex, no doubt about it. He had always been very sure about what he thought of that; that is to say he knew he didn’t like it. He didn’t look forward to it now either but his feelings towards this was more ambiguous now. The penetration… he didn’t want it but it seemed a rather low price to pay right now for this wonderful bath, for that friendly, though greedy, smile. Seemed a low price to pay to be away from those awful kitchen quarters and all those hateful people, if only for a little while. He didn’t even wish for friendship or social equality anymore, he’d settle for a little patronizing amiability even if he had to pay for it with his own body. He must have looked more forlorn than usual; Medora leaned towards him, the smile a little less greedy and a bit tenderer. "They’re not being easy on you, are they?" He said. Seka shook his head slowly. "No… they… they hate me and I thought you…" He couldn’t say it but Medora completed the sentence for him. "You thought I had abandoned you all together? I’ve been away for a year Seka; I’ve been very busy since coming home. The responsibilities have been piling up… People to meet, documents to go through… My first priority has not been games between the sheets. And I had time to make up with my Dear lady too…" Medora silenced and seemed to think himself that he went way too far here, actually trying to excuse himself. Seka sure as hell had nothing to do with his plans and a mere pleasure slave does not have any say what so ever in the way he’s being used or with what regularity. And he didn’t have the right to mope at being set aside. Medora had a feeling though that Seka was not being conceited here. He was obviously just very miserable. "I don’t think they hate you," he changed the subject, "they just react towards that which is different and foreign and they’re testing you I suppose… They’re probably jealous too." He smiled, "Ignore them, they’ll get used to you sooner or later." Seka shook his head and looked more miserable than ever. He wanted to tell him how bad it really was, all the things they said and did to him and that it never was going to be better. But Medora wasn’t in the mood for talk anymore it seemed and he guessed he wouldn’t have said all those things anyway. Why would the lord care about the slave’s troubles? And nothing would be better if they on top of everything else thought he ran to the master of the house to tell on them. Medora shifted in the water to crawl on top of him and started to kiss him. Seka was rigid at first, not having done it in a while it felt a bit awkward but he soon remembered how his master liked it and at the right moment he turned, leaning over the edge of the tub, to let Medora enter him. Medora ceased the advances though as he turned. "Who beat you?" he said sounding actually quite angered. Seka went crimson. "Uh… it was… it was your Lady Master…" Medora gave up an amused snort and his hands returned, cupping his tender ass cheeks and gently parting them. "I see… well, I’ll thrust carefully then…" His breathing was heavy now and Seka soon felt the familiar feeling of being forced open. For a few seconds his body reacted with pure fear at the intrusion. It happened every time. His body could never forget those first times. But he had long since learned to cope with that initial horror. He relaxed and pushed it aside and as soon as Medora was inside it usually went away. "So… what did… you do?" His master’s words were breathed hard in to his ear between the still slow but rather deep thrusts. Seka’s answer was likewise hard to press out between the gasps and moans Medora forced out of him every time his cock was driven far into his body. "I… I… hit… I gave one… one of the kitchen boy’s a… a punch on the nose…" Medora chuckled in his ear. "Submissive… but spirited… that’s what I like about you…" He thrust even deeper, causing him to wince in pain at the rubbing of coarse hair to his sore ass, and nibbled at his neck and earlobe. "But I wasn’t… trying to… I didn’t start it I…" Medora almost pushed him over the edge of the tub with the force of the next thrust. "Quiet!" he admonished. Medora was quite unable by now to continue any sort of conversation… Afterwards Seka was pulling his clothes on with a disgusted frown, he was very clean now and the clothes were not. But, he had no other. Lord Medora was doing the same a bit further away. When they’d both finished Seka turned towards his master and bowed. "Do you want anything else from me Master or should I leave?" Medora smiled. "Can’t wait to get back to the kitchen, ha? Wait a minute I’ll walk you there!" Seka just stared at him, why on earth would he do that? Was he joking with him? But he was apparently serious. They walked in silence through the corridors and as they neared the big door leading into the main kitchen Lord Medora unexpectedly put an arm around his shoulders and he was gently lead through the door. There were quite many slaves in there. About twenty at least he thought. There usually were many people in here. It was a big hall and much of the groundwork of this household was done here but it was also a gathering place. Any slave that did not have any work to do at the moment usually hung out in here. They all ate here too and quite many of the lower slaves slept in here. Which wasn’t so bad except for that you could forget about privacy, but the room was always warm and nice. He wouldn’t have exaggerated if he had told someone that the room fell silent as in tomb at them entering it. It was not common to see the master of the house in these quarters. In fact it was so uncommon and strange that many of the gathered slaves totally forgot their manners and just stared at their lord standing in their midst with his arm around that foreign slave in a way that very clearly was both tender and protective. After only a few seconds they seemed to snap out of it and everybody was still quiet but they started to bow or kneel, all according to rang. Medora ignored them but seemed nevertheless to pause for effect before he suddenly turned to Seka and said loud enough for all to hear. "You’ve pleased your master Seka I will soon send for you again." And as if that wasn’t enough he leaned in and gave him a kiss on the mouth. He ended it all with a friendly ruffle of his hair and then turned to leave. Seka was as totally stunned and flabbergasted as all the others. Things got better after that. Not that the other slaves suddenly started liking him. No, he made no friends. They still avoided him and now and then they were still mean to him. But it was nothing like it had been before, not at all. Now they knew that it was not only so that their mistress disliked the foreigner but also that their master openly favored the black-haired slender boy. And they would maybe not dare to go against their mistress and make friends with him but they sure didn’t dare go against their master either and treat the catamite bad. Yes, before he had been just a lowly kitchen help. Now it was quite clear to everybody that he was acknowledged as a catamite and that was a totally different thing. And as he slowly learned to understand things about this house and it all became familiar and the chores of every day life started to run smoothly and as he was being sent for about once a week or so… well, life got bearable if not happy. >>> * <<< The Quarters. It was a brothel, he knew as much, still he hadn’t understood the place at all. He had thought it a mere flat of a house or maybe a whole building but what his master pointed out to him was a whole area consisting of several blocks of big houses. The Quarters were not a few rooms. It was an entire district of the city. A place with more people in it than had lived in his entire village and all of them… whores. Whores of both sexes of all ages, of all sizes, colors, breeds and moods… providing for all tastes invented by man. The Quarters were a noisy, colorful place, full of laughter and moans and joyous shrieks… and bitter tears shed when no one was looking. The Quarters never slept, twenty-four hours a day, every day, all the year around people came to the Quarters to hide from the world in bottles of wine, at gambling tables and in the arms of willing girls and boys, willing because they had no choice… Lord Medora had brought his catamite to The Quarters for the first time a few weeks after he had made that strange "announcement" in the kitchen. It was the first time on the whole that Seka had been allowed outside the walls surrounding the Medora villa. Being confined within those walls had not been something that had bothered him the least. He didn’t want to go out into the streets of the city anyway. He didn’t trust a single person that they met going over to The Quarters, expecting anyone to throw something at him or attacking him at any time. He had been likewise nervous entering the brothels. It had seemed that his worries about people on the street attacking him were exaggerated and silly. A few had maybe looked at him but he had been mostly ignored. He was paranoid he thought. Just like Medora had said. It had been the shield not he. But in The Quarters it was like his fears were proved all over again. As they walked through its corridors, anterooms and inner yards there were people everywhere and half of them turned to stare and the rest did more than that. Shouting after him, hooting, whistling. A few bold ones walked up to them and tried to touch him. He knew somewhere inside that it was still not the same thing. People were maybe a bit crude here but there was no aggression really directed at him. Not at all in fact, quite the other way around. It scared him just the same. He didn’t trust people’s intentions one bit. Medora growled at the ones getting too close but otherwise didn’t seem to even notice the noise around them. The more quiet it got when they finally reached a small room at the top of a winding stair. It was not a very big room but it was very luxuriously decorated. Rich tapestries and velvet curtains covering the walls and brass lanterns softly lighting the corners. There was only one window in the room and it was strangely enough round. Seka had never seen a round window before and peeped curiously through it. This seemed to be an attic room. All he saw was the blue skies and roofs as far as the eye could reach. The room had an alcove in it and through the gauze hanging in the arch he could spot a bed that seemed made to drown people in. It had that many layers of soft comforters and pillows strewn all over it. The room also had a low table and four small divans placed around it. He was standing at a rug that was so thick and soft he was sinking down to his ankles in it and there were small objects here and there who was obviously just put there for decorative reason. The air was heavy with the scent of perfume and Medora sniffed in the air with a frown and then opened the round window a bit. Seka looked about him curiously and started as he suddenly came eye to "eye" with a human skull in a small niche in the wall. He shuddered at the empty eye sockets that nevertheless seemed to stare at him and at the perpetual grin. He took a sudden step backwards and bumped into his master. "What’s that?" he gasped. Medora grinned as wide as the skull. "It’s a catamite’s skull. People here are so superstitious, they think it brings good luck and prevents impotence. Not every room has one so we’re lucky. Maybe it works, I’ve used this room regularly for years and I sure never had any problems," he laughed. Seka swallowed hard. "A catamite’s skull?" Medora patted him on the head. "Don’t worry, that one died of natural causes. This pretty head of yours isn’t going to end up on a shelf." Maybe not, but it still made him uneasy… They were not left alone for long. He learned soon that this room was Lord Medora’s private room, used by no one else than himself and his guests. Only the richest had private rooms at The Quarters. The room had not been used since he left to go to war. Apparently someone had cleaned it up before his return because there was not a speck of dust anywhere. Maybe he had somehow told of his return in advance or maybe they had just seen him coming? In either case it wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door and three girls entered at Medora’s approval and gave him a most joyous welcome. He endured it with amused patience and then sent them out with orders of bringing up this and that. They returned soon with trays full of fruit, candy and bottles of wine. After they had put the trays down their attention drifted to the silent figure standing shyly against the wall, trying very hard not to stare openly at the very scantily dressed girls. Medora seemed to sense an assault of curiosity was about to be thrown at them any second now and took pity on him. He sent the girls out, ignoring their whining, before they had time to ask anything about him. "You’ll get used to them," he smiled, "now come here!" Medora lazily stretched out on of the divans and pulled Seka down to sit beside him but he didn’t seem in a mood to indulge in anything sexual for the moment, he was just kind of absentmindedly stroking Seka’s hair. "Ever had anything like this?" Medora said and picked something from one of the trays, holding it up under his nose. Seka took the big white ball in his hand and suspiciously squeezed it. It was kind of plastic like clay. "Taste it! It’s marzipan." Seka took a small nibble and had to smile a little and take a bigger bite. He didn’t think he had tasted something so deliciously sweet in all of his life before. "All right, now you listen to me slave. I will be having two guests over any minute now and I want you to behave, you hear? Which means, no talking and you must act like a good servant should. You will serve us these refreshments and what ever else we might want. Now, these two men are likely to take an interest in you. I know their inclinations, they will comment on you and they will touch you. I’ll allow it to some extent but I will not let them use you. You belong to me and me alone. Do you understand this?" Seka gulped but nodded, he thought he understood but Medora didn’t seem to trust that he did. "It means that you are not allowed to initiate anything but you are not allowed to try to stop anything either, do you follow?" Seka looked up, wide-eyed. "Yes, you are not to insult me or my guests by squirming or trying to shy away from them or even showing the smallest sign of apprehension or disgust or anything. Is this clear? You will absolutely not take words as "no" in your mouth or I’ll cut your tongue out." Seka was still chewing a piece of that marzipan, which slowly turned to ash in his mouth and he felt suddenly as if his chest was all constricted. Medora took pity on him. Calmly stroking his back. "You’ll be fine. I just want you to behave politely towards my guests. I will not let them do anything to you that you can’t handle. You just have to trust me to say no for you, now do you trust me?" Seka looked at Medora’s big hand resting on his lap. What a strange question, he thought, from a man that had destroyed every single part of his former life and made a bonded whore out of him. But he nodded and said that he did and strangely enough it was not really a lie. Lord Medora had told him to kneel by his side on the floor and bow his head and act invisible until needed. And that was the position he was in as two men walked in a short while later. There was a moment of greetings and polite phrases exchanged before they all sank down on a divan each. There was one divan left empty then but Seka was not allowed to use it. He didn’t mind much. The rug was so soft it really wasn’t very uncomfortable sitting on the floor. He wouldn’t have wanted to be any closer to these men anyway. The longer he stayed unnoticed the better in his book. He was kind of hoping they wouldn’t notice him for the rest of the evening as they kept talking over his head for quite a while without any attention going in his direction. Soon he was told to serve them all wine and he had to get on his feet then and lean over the table to take the goblets and give them to them and then he had to step up to each man yet another time to fill them. He kept his gaze low, didn’t look up once and was actually surprised himself that he managed to not spill any of the wine as he really wasn’t looking even at his hands. He settled on the floor again and sighed in relief, as it seemed they still ignored him but the next comment shook him. "So Medora, where did you find this pretty thing?" Medora laughed. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" The guest frowned but then laughed too. "Seriously, is he a Quarter boy? I don’t think I’ve seen him before." The other guest snorted. "This place has totally degenerated, you never see such fresh meat here nowadays. I’ll bet he’s your private property, right?" Medora grinned and nodded. "Spoils of war," he simply informed them. They looked not quite prepared to believe that. "But you just returned a few months ago. Are you telling me you have managed to take a freeborn and tame him so well in such a short time?" Seka blushed deeply at those words thinking that Medora probably had had him well trained and tamed before they had even crossed the mountains into this land. He really hoped his master would not tell them just how fast and easy it had been to break him. Medora only shrugged and smiled. "He’s a really fine animal though." the first guest commented and Seka shrunk, he couldn’t believe he had just seriously been referred to as an animal. The same man suddenly reached for his arm and tugged at the sleeve of the plain white shirt he wore. "Come here boy! Let me look at you!" He shuddered at the touch but remembered his master’s words from before and obeyed. The man grabbed his chin and raised his head and turned it side to side several times. Seka tried to avoid the scrutinizing stare and concentrated very hard on not letting any emotions slip to the surface. He couldn’t afford that because they were all negative. "Truly a beauty," was the guests verdict at the inspection. The other guest who had leaned closer to look as well murmured agreement, "Though he doesn’t exactly look cheerful." Medora laughed. "He’s a bit somber, yes, but it doesn’t bother me, it’s mostly shyness, he was a genuine virgin gentlemen, both ways. Until I deflowered him of course." Seka turned crimson again. Why did he have to tell them that? Both guests laughed. "Yeah, right. You expect us to believe that. A virgin? With looks like this?" Medora didn’t seem to be offended he only shrugged again. "Believe it or not but it’s true. Got him at some godforsaken village. He would not have been able to save his virginity past his seventh birthday in this perverted maze of a city no, but where I got him… Believe me he was totally unknowing and had the tightest damn hole I’ve ever had the pleasure of plunging into," Medora looked very smug, "Still has! You can’t imagine…" Seka thought he was about to start to cry and decided to hate Lord Medora with renewed power. "I can," the man still holding on to his chin snickered, "and I wouldn’t mind trying him out. Do you perchance lend him out?" Seka closed his eyes and held his breath. He guessed he was about to find out now if he really could trust his owner like he had said he could. "Not in a million years gentlemen. That’s a pleasure I intend to keep all to myself." >>> * <<< There was only one good thing about having to attend to that company, Seka thought, and that was that it didn’t last very long. Those men had been curious about him a bit longer and asked questions so intimate that it had made him cringe. And Lord Medora had answered most of it and they had all been laughing and it was like they didn’t know he was right there and could understand what was said about him. But of course they knew that, they just didn’t care, that was all. Well, that little gathering had only been a warm up. Soon the halls of entertainment downstairs beckoned them more and they went away to get something stronger to drink. To see some women dance, to try their luck at the gambling tables and to find a whore, girl or boy, that they could keep for the night. Seka was told to stay in the room and wait until his master returned. He was very grateful about that. It felt really good to finally be left alone and he hoped Medora wasn’t going to be too drunk when he came back and that he in any case would be too tired by then from all the feasting to want him to spread it. And he really hoped he wouldn’t bring any prostitutes with him. He turned to look at the skull in the niche and shuddered again in spite of himself. "Well," he said out loud, "I guess it’s just you and me." He sighed and reclined on one of the divans and made him self comfortable. He started to stuff his mouth full with that white stuff, now what had Medora called it? Never mind, the taste was incredible and he thought he could easily get addicted to it…He nearly choked on it though as a knock on the door made him jump. He stared at the door. It couldn’t be his master returning so soon and he would of course not knock anyway. He couldn’t imagine who it might be. There was another, a bit more persistent, knock and he rose slowly from the divan and looked warily at the door. He guessed he’d better answer it. The eyes of a girl met his as he slowly and carefully peeped out of the small crack in the door. She was smiling. "I’m sorry," he said unsure of what to say, "he isn’t here and…" The girl cocked her head and smiled even wider. "I didn’t come to see him. Are you not going to let me in?" He was not at all sure he should. Who was she and what did she want here? She must have knocked on the wrong door? He wasn’t even sure he was allowed to let anyone in here. But she simply opened the door wider and stepped inside. He didn’t get his wits about him enough to try and stop her and even so didn’t even now if she was a free person so that he in any case couldn’t. He stepped back confused. "I didn’t come to see him," she repeated, "I came to see you!" She closed the door behind her and walked up to him. He kept backing away, no less confused, no less wary. "Me? But… I’m sorry, I don’t know you." She seemed to sense she was apparently making him nervous and turned to sit down on a divan. "I know, but I was kind of hoping we would get to know each other tonight. Your master sent me here for your entertainment." He stared in disbelief at her. She was a prostitute? Yes, of course, quite natural in a place like this but Lord Medora had paid her to entertain him? He couldn’t quite believe that. Then he suddenly remembered what he had said that night, that night when he had forced himself upon him for the first time. He had said that he would take him to places where he would meet girls. You will know girls, he had said, but first you will get to know men. So this was what he had meant. That he was going to take him to a brothel and pay a prostitute to show him how to get a girl laid. He felt indignant, hurt even in some strange way. For a few seconds he looked at her with contempt but then... Who was he really to look down on her? He had simply no right to look down on any sort of prostitute. What was he himself other than a whore? A private one, but that was really the only difference. He hung his head in shame both about his own destiny and for the contemptuous feelings he had directed at the girl. "I mean no offence," he said carefully, "but are you free or a…" She smiled "I’m like you," she said, "I was freeborn but sold here, by my own father." Her smile stayed on but the light in her eyes faded. "I… I’m sorry…" He said and contemplated the revelation that there was actually more very sad destinies out there than just his own. "It’s all right, it was such a long time ago I hardly remember… Won’t you sit with me for a while and we’ll talk a little?" He shyly sat down on the divan opposite from her. It felt better in some sick way that she was a slave too, then at least she had not chosen this profession. He looked at her. Seka had to admit she was really pretty. She was very small and slender, quite a bit shorter than he was. Her skin was dark and her face heart shaped, the eyes black and almond shaped. Her lips pale. She looked quite his opposite except for the hair. Her hair too was long and straight, black and shiny. She wasn’t as scantily dressed as the other girls he had seen here so far had been. Her dress was long and high necked and long-sleeved. But very tight, thus revealing her enticing slender curves better than if she had been naked even. Suddenly he felt very nervous, very self-conscious, and very awkward. He looked down and blushed. But there were things he must know. "Lord Medora paid… paid for you to… for your services. So you really… don’t want to be here… right?" She stopped smiling and looked kind of tenderly at him. "I’ll tell you exactly how it is Seka, that’s your name, right? I’m better off than most girls here are, I know that, I’m a first class whore they say. That means simply that I’m pretty and young. I will descend, as I grow older. But for the time being I’m lucky. Most of the times I am only required to serve about four or five men a day and I have a day each week off. So I shouldn’t complain. But to you I’ll tell the truth. Nine out of ten men makes me feel like you say that I really don’t want to be there. But now and then… Now and then there’s a man that makes this life not so hard after all. I am not a cold woman Seka, if the man is handsome and treats me nice why wouldn’t I take the chance of letting myself feel pleasure as well? There’s nothing I can do about my situation, I might as well enjoy myself where I can." He looked still not to trust her word. Maybe he thought those words a mere rhyme she would tell any customer revealing doubts as to what he was doing. In a way it was, she admitted. She had said similar things before without meaning a word of it. But she wasn’t lying now. She had not been very happy about given the order to go and serve someone’s damn catamite. She was a first class whore and mostly entertained rich and powerful men. Rich men paid her master to fuck her but rich men were also inclined to give her something she could keep to herself. A catamite could give her nothing. As she saw Seka though… God, he was good looking and so shy… oh it was simply endearing. She had decided right away that he could give her something all right. Pleasure! "Believe me," she said, smiling again, "I want to be here!" "But I’m not…" He silenced, not knowing what to say. He couldn’t really make himself tell her how unknowingly of such things he was. It was too embarrassing. The tenderness in her eyes returned. "Don’t worry. Your master told me all about you and you can trust me to know exactly how to help you. I’ll teach you everything. It’s not much to it really." He got red as a beet. Of course Medora had told her. He wished he would sink through the floor. She stood up and walked over to him, kneeled in front him and put slender hands on his thighs. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. In here you know, you get jaded… It’s nothing to be ashamed of, quite the other way around. You should be proud. I wish I were unknowing and inexperienced again. Life was much simpler then… when I was innocent… and pure…" "I’m not pure!" he snarled bitterly but resigned. She rose then and stretched her hand out for him to take and suddenly there was an amused glitter in her eyes and a smile of pure mischief on her lips. "Then let’s sin some more, right? Let’s get some pleasure for ourselves for once and let’s don’t give a damn about the bastards that owns us for just one night at least… Come on, what do you say?" He looked up at her, surprised but then he returned the smile and took her hand. She gave up a shriek of laughter and rushed to the bed letting her self fall backwards into the soft pillows. "Come on! I’ll teach you the fastest way to get a dress off a woman!" He felt a bit abashed but climbed up in the bed with her. There were minutes of awkward fumbling and careful feeling about and embarrassed laughs and even some cursing but finally they were both naked and stupid as he felt her laughs seemed more to originate in enjoyment than in mocking. She kissed him and it was such a sweet kiss and her cheeks so smooth so unlike those of his master. And she caressed him so lightly. Her hands so soft and not callused, so small; couldn’t close around his upper arms and squeeze hard. Her hands so gentle; wouldn’t bruise him. And her breasts… Oh, he was utterly speechless about them… could only marvel at the softness as he lightly touched them with a trembling finger. Marvel at how the pink nipples hardened under his fingertips. She showed him, she guided him, she placed his hands on places he never thought they would touch and she frightened him at first touching places herself that he thought no woman would ever touch. But she made him relax and indulge in it. And oh… the hotness that spread through him was incredible. But when she neared his cock with her mouth he strongly opposed it. He couldn’t let her do it. She didn’t force the subject but helped him instead steer it between her legs. He soon found the right way and she knew it wouldn’t be a technically fulfilling fuck. He would have trouble finding a good rhythm no doubt and he would probably slide out too many times and probably not last very long either but she didn’t mind. Not at all. He had her aroused enough already just by being so damn beautiful and she found pleasure enough in kneading those wonderful buns of his as he pushed himself into her. Now and then she let a hand slip down between them to knead her pleasure knob as well. Yes, she was fine all right. What he lacked in experience he made up for in youthful enthusiasm it seemed, or maybe he was just so deprived of a little closeness and kindness that wasn’t forced upon him? She could very well imagine what his life was like. In either case he was soon ready for more and he was a natural it seemed. Being much better at it the second time, improving still the third… >>> * <<< When Medora sneaked into the room close to sunrise he found the two whores sound asleep in each other’s arms, sweaty tresses of black hair sticking to their foreheads and upper arms. He smiled and watched them for a while before very carefully and silently shaking the girl awake. She startled but smiled and rose a bit on her arms when she saw Medora. She kept quiet though as he held a finger to his lips. Seka stirred a bit but didn’t wake up as she carefully went out of the bed and retrieved her clothes. "Well? Medora whispered looking demandingly but amused at her. "He’s just adorable, I would have done that without being ordered to. I hope you don’t treat him cruelly Lord." Medora looked a bit surprised at the honest concern in her eyes. "I’m not… he gets to you in a way, doesn’t he?" She nodded. "Now go you old whore you!" he smiled, "I need some sleep desperately." And he shoved her gently towards the door. "Oh wait, I never got to tell him my name." Medora pushed her out the door with a teasing smile. "Don’t worry Sookie I’ll bring him back." Medora shed his clothes and crawled over Seka to lie down behind him and put a possessive arm around him. He stirred again but didn’t wake. "Well, I guess you were entitled to a little pleasure," he whispered, "don’t get too excited about it though, I won’t let you have too much of it…"

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