He kept her naked in his rooms and she only wore clothing to go out and fetch food or wine from the kitchen, trying to avoid the basilisk stare of his stepmother. She was the one flaw in the ointment, constantly criticising him and suggesting that he get 'a more sensible reliable servant' than Shemba. Shemba did not dare suggest it to her Master but she thought that the Mistress was more than a little jealous and might envy the slave the attentions of her stepson.
At first both the slave-whip and the restraints remained on their shelves. But one day she allowed the affection she felt for her Master to cloud her judgement and she was pert and sulky with him at a time when he was not ready to be amused by such behaviour. Then to her surprise she found herself being bound to the foot of the bed and her master whipping her until she howled. To her further surprise, when her Master took her in that position, from behind and bound, she had the loudest, strongest orgasm of her life. A Slave, it seemed, enjoyed sex under restraint.
From then on they had a new set of games to play together. Shemba found that she particularly enjoyed being bound and blindfold. It enhanced not only her sense of helplessness but her awareness of touching. Her whole skin seemed more alive when she was in the darkness, unable to reach out to her Master and he could touch and use her as he wished.
One night they lay alone in the night, the room only illuminated by the light of the lesser moon, Chuvin, shining through the shutters.
"Shemba?"
"Master?"
"Tell, me about your life before you came here. Before you were a slave."
"I really cannot tell you much, my Master. My first Master ordered me to forget my early life and concentrate on learning to be a slave. The binding spell enforces the order. I cannot recall anything much about that life now."
"What was the name of your home city? Do you recall that?"
"It was called, I think it was called,....Finchley."
"I have never heard of it."
"It is a very long way away."
"But were you happy as a free woman? Do you remember that?"
"No, I don't think so, Master. I had a job I didn't enjoy in a big unfriendly city full of other people doing jobs they didn't enjoy. Now I have a place to be and someone to live for."
"But you are a slave. The magic means you will never be anything else. Don't you resent that?"
"As you say, I have no choice but to be a slave. Even if I wasn't magically bound I wouldn't know how to make my way home. I have no family no status other than that of a slave. So I had best be content with it. And in fact I am. Let me prove it to you."
And she reached for him and proved once again how little she resented being his slave.
But the happy time came to an end. Her Master's leave ran its course and her Master's father was to take him back to his unit and set off on another business tour at the same time. Shemba begged her Master to take her with him, but he just laughed.
"My men would laugh their heads off at an officer who couldn't survive in the field without a Pleasure Slave. No little Shemba, you'll be quite safe here until a return in the spring. Obey my stepmother and take care of yourself for me."
And now here she was, kneeling in the snow as her Master and his father went off in another stage coach. The Mistress stood beside her, waving at the coach until it was out of sight. Then she stood over Shemba with a face of stone.
"You will have to earn your keep while your Master is away, slut. Get into the kitchen and help the cook. You can sleep in there too. There's no need to dirty your Master's sheets while he's not here."
"Yes, Mistress."
Shemba spent the next two weeks scrubbing pans and peeling vegetables. She slept at night on the mat in front of the kitchen fire, along with the estate's dog. The cook and other servants were kindly enough but she was never given the time to tend to herself nor a change of clothing. Her tunic got more and more ragged and dirty and her appearance suffered as she washed herself once a day with a rag and a jug of cold water.
She was peeling turnips when she next saw the Mistress. It was an unusual event for her to come into the kitchen. Shemba looked up from her peeling and saw the Mistress looking down on her with something like satisfaction on her face. Satisfaction and something else, that Shemba couln't identify.
"Cook, little Shemba looks a disgrace. Get her a clean tunic and let her have a bath. A proper one in one of the guest bedrooms. She can serve me supper tonight. See she looks presentable."
"Yes Mistress. Say thank you to the Mistress, Shemba."
Shemba muttered her thanks whilst wondering what could be going on.
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That evening, still puzzled but fresh-smelling, her hair washed, combed and trimmed Shemba knelt just inside her Mistress' chamber. She was wearing a new tunic that was sheerer and more revealing than the standard house tunic her Mistress had earlier insisted on. It had been waiting for her when she had finished her bath. In front of her the Mistress lay on a couch wearing a silky gown and a satisfied smile. On a small table before her lay a wooden box, about a foot by half a foot by half a foot. In one corner of the room a buffet was laid out ready for serving.
"You look lovely, my dear."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Well don't just wait there. Serve the meal."
Shemba rose and went to fetch the first course. She knelt on the floor in front of her mistress and lifting the tray over her head, said: "Meat, Mistress?"
"Is that how you serve your Master, when you are alone with him? Is that how you served my husband and his business friends?"
"No, Mistress, but..."
Her voice hardened: "I want you to serve me in exactly the same way. Do you understand? Exactly the same way." "Mistress, I..."
"Didn't I hear your Master tell you to obey me while he is away? Will it be necessary to punish you?"
Shemba shuddered. Punishment at this woman's hands would hold no pleasure for her.
"No, Mistress."
She climbed on the couch and streched her body the length of the other woman's.
"Meat, Mistress?"
"Yes, feed me."
As Shemba dropped tiny pieces of meat into the Mistress's mouth she felt the other woman's hands roving over her body, tweaking at a nipple, pinching a buttock. Shemba felt herself begin to respond, not because of affection or but because this woman was temporarily in charge of her and the binding spell made her enourmously sexually reponsive to anyone in authority over her.
"You're a juicy little slut, Shemba. I wonder what else young Karrak sees in you. Here, eat."
She fed Shemba a piece of meat.
"Thank you, Mistress," whispered Shemba, her trepidation increasing.
"I'm going to find out what you're made of before this evening's over little slut. After all, why should only the men have fun with you. You've been used by women before, I'm sure. Well, haven't you?" she asked, giving the inside of Shemba's thigh a particularly painful tweak.
"Yes, Mistress, but only other slaves when I was in training."
"Well, tonight you're going to serve a free woman. Serve the next course."
Throughout the meal Shemba was fondled and pinched, as the Mistress asked her about her life, her training, what she got up to with her Master. Shemba tried to resist answering that last set of questions but the Mistress only had to remind her that her Master had ordered her to obey while he was absent and the binding spell forced her to give all the details of their life together. Shemba could smell the other woman's excitement as she described her Master's sexual prowess.
At the meal's end the Mistress barked: "Strip, slut!" and Shemba removed her tunic and knelt naked before the Mistress. Aliciana stood over her and removed her own gown to reveal a tight leather corset that shrank her waist and whose cups held her large breasts forward and upward while leaving the nipples, now engorged with blood and erect, exposed. Her cunt had been shaved and the clitoris could be seen poking its head out.
"You and I are going to fun together, little slave. But I won't be so kind as your Master. Displease me in the slightest and I will take the skin off your back. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress. Please..."
"Shut up! Let's see what you know about licking cunts."
The Mistress straddled the kneeling slave and clasping the back of Shemba's head thrust her shaven pussy at her mouth. Shemba was forced to begin licking the length of the vaginal slot and tasted the other woman's juices as they began to flow into her mouth.
"Get your little tongue into my arsehole, slut. You did it for Karrak and you can do it for me. Ahhhhhhh. Thaaaaats right. You're a talented little arse-licker. Now back to the cunt. Lick it. Lick it. Get your tounge inside."
Shemba almost smothered as the other woman clamped her face into the juicing pussy. To keep breathing she worked as hard as she could, getting her tongue into the gaping cunt and around the clitoris. Suddenly she was released.
"Enough! Get on the couch."
The slavegirl scrambled up onto the couch and saw the Mistress pick up the wooden box and come over.
"On your back, cunt, and let me see you spread your legs."
Laying the mysterious box between Shemba's legs, the Mistress seated herself on the edge of the couch and began to feel up Shemba.
"Nice hard little nipples. You like me playing with them don't you? Don't you?" she repeated giving a hard twist to one.
"Arrrhhh. Yes. Yes. Thank you, Mistress."
"Gooood little slave. And a juicy, hot cunt. Aren't you the lucky one having your Mistress play with your cunt?"
"Yes, very...l...lucky, Mistress."
"Frig yourself while I watch, slut. Oh, that looks lovely. Don't stop. I'm just going to fix a little treat for you. And me too."
She opened the wooden box and lifted out what lay within. At first Shemba thought that it was a double dildo similar to the one Teacher had used sometimes when she ordered Shemba to serve her after class. But a deluxe one, since it had balls attached and looked very realistic.
Then Shemba frowned. It was limp and what was the good of that? A second look made her jump with surprise. It looked totally real, like two cocks cut off men and sewn together back to back.
"I said don't stop playing with yourself. Isn't it lovely? I got it especially for you from the Body Wizards in Vri. They say it feels just like a man's. From both sides. So I can know what it feels like for Karrak to fuck you."
The Mistress stood and inserted one end of the thing into her cunt. When she had finished the cock and balls outside looked just like a natural part of her body. She rubbed the length of the cock and it began to twitch and swell.
"Oh that feels lovely! This is what is must be like to have a hard-on! No wonder men like having them so much. Here Slut! Suck me hard!"
She jabbed her new toy at Shemba's mouth and the slave began to lick and suck. The magical cock tasted, smelt and felt exactly like a real one and Shemba began to get even more turned on by the surreal situation.
"Good, oooooh, so nice, yes, they trained you well. I think from now on you can stay right here. Yes just stay in my rooms and serve me. No more going back to the kitchen for you. Far more important things for you to do. Yes, you're a good little cock-sucker. That's right. Get me good and hard and I can fuck you."
Shemba felt like weeping but dared not show any weakness before her Lesbian tormentor. The strange Man/Woman would kill her if she showed any displeasure with being treated as a sex slave by her. She knew that by slave's instinct. Then the Mistress took the hardened cock from Shemba's mouth and crudely, harshly jabbed into the slave's cunt. She began to thrust into the slave with her new weapon, hurting and tearing her.
"From now on, you're mine. Don't try to protest and don't try to get word to your Master. From now on you belong to me, little slut. I'll use you as I please. And if you try to fight it...I don't think you're that stupid. Kiss me you cunt!" Aliciana clamped her lips to Shemba's and Shemba felt herself building to a terrible, painful, unwanted climax.
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