Since she had last seen him, her motivation and devotion to her training had increased tenfold. Teacher had often praised her in front of the others and Shemba had frequently found herself serving Teacher's own sexual needs. The admission that she was a slave had reinforced the binding spell and made her even more helplessly servile.
Now she waited, trembling with suppressed desire, to be taken to serve, to touch and be touched by her Master. Already she felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten.
"Shemba!"
At her Teacher's call she crawled out of her kennel and knelt at the other slave's feet. Behind her Vellra and a Hindu girl, Chushi, stood, similarly attired, leashes leading from their collars to Teacher's hand.
"You are very lovely indeed, Shemba. I am proud of you."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Shemba held still while Teacher attached a leash to her collar and then took up position beside the other two.
"I expect the very best from you tonight, Slaves."
And with a tug of the leash they were off. Out they went into the night air. The year had turned to autumn while they were in training. Cool breezes played on their skins as they trotted to the Master's quarters. Once all four stopped and knelt as a guard went by. Then they were in the Master's private dining room. Laid out along one side of the room was a huge buffet. Teacher led them before three couches where her Master and his guests waited.
Teacher spoke: "With your permission, Master, may I present my pupils. I hope you will find them pleasing. This is Vellra, this Chushi, and this is Shemba."
As she was introduced Shemba bowed down, touching her head to the floor and then looked up to show her face to the guests and her Master who then spoke: "You remember this one, Orthos?"
"Yes, indeed. I hope she has turned out as well as her tests promised."
The man who spoke was the tall man who had been with her Master when he found her, been with him at....she could remember no further back than that attic room near...It was gone. And it was unimportant. All that mattered was this life.
"I think you will be pleased. Challya, you may serve us."
Unfastening their leashes, Teacher directed the slaves to serve the meal. Gracefully they rose and began to fetch bowls and platters. Shemba found herself serving the third guest, a huge black man.
"Meat, Sir?"
"Yes. Come closer."
Shemba knelt on the couch at the guest's feet, holding out her platter of roast meat to him.
"Feed me."
She began to pick out small pieces of meat and leant forward to place them in his mouth. Naturally her body rubbed up the length of his and she felt his broad hand carressing her arse and the inside of her thighs. She felt herself warm up and move closer still.
"Don't hog her, Burshiba," said the tall man, "We want some meat too."
Laughter came from her Master and the black man let her go. She trotted over to the tall man and she heard Vellra move over to him, saying: "Wine, Sir?"
As Shemba fed meat to the tall man, her Master turned to the black man: "Do you know, Burshiba, when little Vellra here started her training she looked down on people of your race."
"Is that so?"
The black man's hand gripped Vellra's thigh so hard she gasped in pain.
"She came from a people that once held the black people of her world in slavery. She looked down on the black girl we were training with her and even tried to fight against a black guard when we gave her to him for the evening. But I think we have reformed her completely."
"I hope so. Tell me little slut, do you think you are better than me?"
"No, sir."
Vellra's voice was tiny and she was unable to look the man in the eye.
"Are you the slave here or the Mistress?"
"The slave, sir. I am the slave."
"You will have the chance to serve me later on. Does that please you?"
"Yes, sir. I am a slave. I only live to serve."
She squirmed as the black man's hand explored her cunt. He brought it to his mouth and tasted her juices from it. The black man smiled.
"Well, you seem to be a hot little slut. Perhaps you will be satisfactory. Go and serve the others."
Blushing beetroot red all over, Vellra moved over to the tall man and Shemba moved around to finally serve her Master.
"Meat, Master?"She felt herself tremble as he looked down on her.
"Yes, feed me."
Shemba climbed onto the couch and streched her body over the Master's as she brought meat to his mouth. Electricity ran through her at his touch and she felt fresh moistness drip from her.
"You have improved since I last saw you, Shemba."
"Thank you, Master. The Mistress has been an excellent Teacher."
"There was nothing really wrong with you. You only needed to understand your position here. To understand you are a slave and accept it fully."
"Yes, Master. Once I understood that I was much happier."
"Naturally. When I bind women's minds to slavery I only reinforce what is there already. Inside every woman is that which wants to be a Slave."
"If you say so Master. But it was not how I was taught when I grew up. I think that is what caused me to be confused."
"And was your life back there as happy as it is now?" She shook her head.
"Well then, you will find your new life better for you. You will make an excellent slave. Go, now serve the next course."
The three slave-girls served the men under the guidance of Teacher for the next hour. The men chatted whilst they fed, discussing politics and the latest gossip as they fondled the slaves. To the women the names meant nothing, but they concentrated on pleasing the men. When the final course of fruits was to be served, the slaves as they had been taught, took the pieces of fruit in their mouths and kissed the men, the juices of the fruits bursting in their mouths as they pressed hard up against the men.
Then the Master clapped his hands and the three slaves went and knelt, their silks and hair disheveled before the men.
"Well, my friends, are they not all I promised you?"
"You have surpassed even your normal standard."
"Works of art. But the final test is yet to come."
"Indeed, but before then there will be one last course. Shemba, stand and strip."
Puzzled, she stood before the Master.
"Let me demonstrate an idea an unworthy apprentice of mine gave me. It will serve to test the training of this particular slave."
With a careless gesture the Master began to invoke the forces that served him and Shemba felt her breasts tingle. Once again they began to increase in size, her nipples coming erect and painful. But this time her breasts continued to increase until they were of an enourmous size, fifty or sixty inches. They remained far more firm and erect than breasts that size could normally be and she moaned in pain as she felt them fill with milk, which began to leak from her distended nipples.
"Come here, Shemba."
She tottered into her Master's arms and felt his mouth go to her right nipple. She moaned in mixed ecstasy and pain as he suckled on her. Then he was passing her to his guests who drank their fill from her. As they did so she felt her breasts return to their normal size. The men touched her pussy as she fed them and her sexual excitement grew. Then she was handed to her class-mates who drained the last drops of milk from her. The tall man spoke as the three slaves writhed before her:
"A lovely effect, Kandolus, you should patent it."
"Thank you, old friend. Now which of these would you like to serve you further?"
"Our little milk jug, Shemba."
"Very well, Shemba go to this man. You are his for the evening."
Shemba went and knelt before the tall man, head bowed. Behind her she could hear the black man choosing Vellra. At the tall man's commanding gesture she crawled onto his couch.
"Get me hard."
"Yes, sir."
Shemba parted his robe to reveal his cock, already half-hard. She first kissed him and then slid her body down his, letting her breasts slide over his cock and then bringing her mouth down to it. As she had been taught she began by licking the man's balls and licking along the length of his prick. But then instead of using her mouth she slid up his body again and brought her breasts up to the hardening prick. Pressing them together she enveloped his cock in them, forming an imitation cunt.
As he hardened she was able to bend down and lick lightly the purple and swollen tip of his cock. Across the room Vellra writhed in the black man's hands. He had clipped her wrist shackles together behind her back and she moaned helplessly as his fingers dextrously carressed her cunt and swollen clitoris. At his command she whimpered her gratitude:
"Oh sir, my lord, oh thank you. Yes touch me, so juicy, touch, my black master, oh so good, let me...let me serve you..."
On the centre couch Teacher and Chushi applied their mouths to the Master's cock. Shemba moaned when she saw them out of the side of her eyes, wishing she had been chosen by her Master.
"Enough. Ride me."
The tall man's command brought her attention back to him and she rose and kneeled above his rampant prick. Taking a deep breath she slowly impaled herself on it, driving it as deep as it would go into her moist, hot, eager cunt. She began to ride him, slowly at first and then building up the pace. He reached up and squeezed hard on her aching nipples. She began a swiveling motion of her hips. Gyrating and twisting she worked on the man. The dancing lessons she had taken helped her here. Beads of sweat stood out on the man's forhead as he held his orgasm at bay.
"Hold!"
His voice was guttural, but the commanding tone absolute and Shemba forced herself to stop moving. She too was trembling at the brink of coming but she was not there to serve her own pleasure but the man's.
"Get down on all fours."
As she hurried to obey, Shemba saw that Vellra was now licking around the black man's arsehole and Chushi was impaled on the Master's cock while licking out Teacher. Then she felt the cock thrust into her from behind. The tall man gripped her hips hard and pulled her back onto him. She groaned and let him use her. After a moment her reached down between her legs and touched her clitoris. From the double stimulation she began to moan and whimper. She began to babble as she built towards a climax not knowing or caring what she was saying:
"Do it. Fuck. Oh that's good. You're so fucking good. You fuck, fuck, fuck so good. Lovely prick. Lovely big cock. Fuck me. Fuck me..."
"Shut up, slut."
At his command Shemba fell silent. But the orgasm building inside her was too strong. Forbidden to speak, she began to whimper and moan. As she came and he filled her with hot come she began, like an animal, to shriek her pleasure to the skies. That evening the tall man used her twice more and she was left exhausted and sore. All four slaves had been fucked repeatedly and they knelt at the Master's feet, sweaty and specked with come. Even Teacher had lost her normal composure and looked as ragged as her pupils.
The Master stood over them and spoke: "Well, my friends are you satisfied with the result of your investments?"
The black man replied: "More than satisfied. You will have the further funds you need to build more training facilities and bring more of these Earth women here."
"Yes," added the tall man, "I will prepare our markets to begin selling a new line of merchandise."
"Thank you my friends. I knew I could count on you. Naturally I will need to keep most of the first class to intruct others, but as a gesture of my appreciation I would like to make a gift to you. Shemba, Vellra stand!"
Shemba felt her head reeling as she stood. Was she to leave? Without even serving her Master fully? Then the Master was grasping the rings in her nose and Vellra's. He muttered a word beneath his breath that she could not make out and Shemba was standing unable to move, her mind a blank and unaware of the instructions the magician gave his two friends.
Then the tall man was holding the ring and saying something. And with a sudden lurch her feelings shifted. The magician was no longer her Master. She knew to the depths of her being that she was Owned body, mind and soul by the tall man. She fell to her knees and kissed his feet.
"Master," she whispered, "you are my Master." Across the room Vellra looked up at the black man with awe and love in her eyes. Shemba glanced at the magician and saw only a man, not her god. He was a wry, dry man and his presence no longer drove her mad with desire. Shemba knew a fresh chapter of her life in chains had begun.
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