Perverts 'R' Us

The Shape-Shifter

By VerryEvil ( M+/g+/b, ped, rape, oral, anal, sm/bd, reluc, beast )

Author's notes: All my stories are purely fiction. Feedback and comments can be sent to: verryevil666@yahoo.com. A HUGE thanks to LatexLizard for proofreading and editing.

Chapter 1

The crowd quickly parted, giving way to the massive black war stallion, Fury, and its rider. Marduck held the reins with a light hand, letting Fury make his own way toward the market place. Beside him walked Sawtooth, his pet male tiger. Marduck's black robe and cloak were covered in intricate gold thread ornaments, clearly showing his status as an Aragian noble.

He reached the market square and directed Fury toward his personal podium. After dismounting, Marduck tied the reins to a rail. He made sure they were long enough to let his horse reach the water barrel. Then he grabbed the horse's chin and looked it straight in the eyes.

"Now you behave yourself, no biting and kicking," he said with a stern voice.

He heard something sounding like a giggle beside him. Marduck looked down and saw Sawtooth smiling.

"And that goes for you to," he told the large tiger. The tiger stopped smiling and lowered its head in submission.

With an arrogant stride, Marduck stepped onto his podium and sat down in the throne like chair. He adjusted the large sword hanging from his left hip and relaxed. As a noble, he was allowed to carry it anywhere he wanted. The only exception was the king's court; only the royal family was allowed to carry weapons there.

Now that the Landlord was present, the slave auction could begin. Marduck always attended the sex slave auctions, constantly on the lookout for fresh, young female child slaves. And on this auction there were two objects that interested him in particular. Two black Noranian girls, each about six or seven years old.

With his mind full of disgust, Marduck looked at the gathered crowd. He utterly detested the entire Aragian race, but their perverted society did allow him to fulfill his own dark lusts and desires. "If they only knew the truth about their mighty Landlord," he thought to himself and smiled.

The auction began with an entire family: father, mother, six-year-old son, and nine-year-old daughter. The yellow skinned, dark haired Lerian's looked scared senseless. If they had been sold separately, Marduck might have bid on the little girl. He was not interested in a whole family, although it did lend itself to some interesting ideas.

It was Kraghan, the city's Mayor, who won the bidding. Knowing the man's taste, Marduck knew the mother and daughter would get it light. The father and son were in for a rough experience, though.

True to his habits, the auctioneer had placed the objects he knew Marduck was interested in last in the line. When the little Noranian girls were finally brought up, Marduck had almost fallen asleep.

The children were even more beautiful than he had been told. Their pitch-black skin was perfect and without a single mark. Both had long, straight black hair that reached halfway down their slender backs. As usual, the slaves were sold naked, and he saw the girl's perfectly flat chests and hairless little slits. There was not even a trace of baby fat on them; they were just perfect. From the looks of it, the girls were most likely siblings, maybe even twins. The auctioneer informed the crowd that they actually were twins, seven years old, and virgins.

Even though he was the Landlord of the province, Marduck was not the wealthiest person attending the auction. He hoped none of the rich merchants would be too interested in the two black children. Fortunately they weren't, and Marduck bought them for less than he had feared.

When the auction had finished, he rose from the chair and headed towards the auction stage. The slaves were kept in a small building behind the stage, and that's where he went. Marduck quickly found the auctioneer who directed him to where his new purchases were held.

The girls were in a small room, guarded by a member of the city guards. The Aragian guards bronze-colored skin almost shone in comparison to the children's pitch black skin, which had the appearance of dark velvet. Marduck signalled the guard who immediately grabbed one of the girls and held her arms behind her back.

Gently Marduck let his hand caress the child slave's flat chest, feeling her soft smooth skin. Slowly he moved down towards her hairless mound. When his hand reached her little slit, the girl gasped and tried to move away. The guard twisted her arms hard, making her yelp in pain. Still with a soft, gentle touch, Marduck caressed her immature pussy for several minutes.

Then he told the guard to let her go and grab the second girl. Then he gave the other girl the same treatment as the first. Just touching the beautiful little girl's aroused him enormously; he would really enjoy raping them both tonight. Pleased with the inspection, Marduck ordered the guard to have the children delivered to his estate in the evening.

Again using his most arrogant stride, Marduck returned to his horse and pet. In one swift move he mounted Fury and secured Sawtooth's chain to the saddle. After passing the city gate, he put Fury into a fast gallop. He had several things to do before nightfall, and not too much time.

During his ride home, Marduck let his mind drift away. He remembered his true origin, and a sad expression swept across his bronze-colored face.

His real name was Salvon, and he was not of the Aragian race. He was actually a Doranian, a race the Aragian's considered completely inferior. Since they were taller than all other races, medium height ranging between 2-2.20 meters, the Aragian's saw themselves as the superior Master race. They were also the only ones that knew how to make steel.

The Doranian's were all very short, rarely taller than 1.5 meters, with pale white skin. They had a primitive, semi nomadic lifestyle with a shamanistic culture. On extremely rare occasions, a child blessed by the spirits was born. Salvon was such a child, a shape-shifter.

Throughout his native race's entire history, there had only been four others before him. All of his predecessor's talents had been limited to only a few shapes. He was the first ever with unlimited ability. Salvon had not yet found any form he could not transform himself to. And he was also able to transform others, as long as he had physical contact with them.

Marduck cleared his thoughts as he arrived at his estate. He stopped at the stable, and immediately the Bergerian slave who handled his horses came running.

"Welcome home, Lord Marduck," the white male slave said.

"Take Fury to his field and bring out the bench," Marduck ordered.

"As you wish My Lord," the slave replied.

Keeping Sawtooth's chain firmly in his left hand, he walked towards the main building. His entire household consisted of slaves. Besides his wife, he was the only "Aragian" living in the large house. At the front door he was met by his most trusted slave, an old Lerian male.

"I will have two new child slaves arriving in the evening," Marduck told the old man. "Make sure they are given a proper bath and then made ready in my bedroom."

"Any special instructions on how to make them ready, My Lord?" the slave asked.

"You know what I like, use your imagination."

"As you wish My Lord," the old man said with a grin.

"And take Sawtooth to his enclosure, wash and feed him," Marduck ordered and handed the slave the tigers chain leash.

The old man looked scared as he led the tiger away towards the enclosure, and with all right. The tiger was probably more intelligent than the slave, but only three beings knew that. They were the same three that knew Marduck's secret, and they included himself and the tiger. If his plans worked out properly, there would soon be a fourth being knowing the secret.

Marduck first went to his study; he had some documents that needed to be signed. He sat down behind the large desk and rang a small silver bell. After only a few seconds, a small twelve-year-old Lerian girl appeared in the door. As all his female slaves, she was naked apart from the shackles and chains around her wrists and ankles. With a hand signal he told the child slave what to do.

Knowing the signal well, the child picked up a set of leather straps and then crawled under the desk. She lifted her Master's robe and put her head against his crotch. With experienced fingers, she revealed his still limp cock and put it in her mouth. Using the leather straps, the girl secured her head to his groin, making sure she could not remove the cock from her mouth. Then she lifted Marduck's feet and placed them on the chain connected to her wrist shackles. This pinned her hands to the floor, removing her last possibility of escape.

Marduck waited until the twelve-year-old slave began sucking his cock, then he started reading the documents. The child was a well experienced cock sucker and soon his cock grew hard and stiff. After a few minutes, the girls sucking made it impossible for him to concentrate on the work. He leaned back in the chair and enjoyed the feeling. Her mouth was tight and warm, and her tongue worked skillfully around his cock head.

He knew the straps allowed her head some movement, and also prevented his cock from growing too far down her throat. The first time he had used the straps they had been too tight. His cock had grown straight down her throat and almost choked her to death. To Marduck, a dead slave was a waste of resources. So after that incident, he had adjusted the straps so it would not happen again.

When he felt his balls beginning to retract, he grabbed the child's head and forced his cock as deep as it could go. Within a few seconds he came and shot his thick warm cum straight down the twelve-year-old slave's throat. He kept his cock deep inside until she began choking for air. Then he let go of the child's head, allowing her to pull back enough to breathe again.

With the little girl's head still strapped to his groin, he resumed his reading. It took the child about a minute to catch her breath, and then she began sucking her Master's cock again. She knew the procedure, keep sucking his cock until he removed his feet from her wrist chains.

This time Marduck was able to finish the documents before the girl's sucking became to distracting. Again he leaned back and waited for the child slave to bring him to orgasm. When his orgasm approached, he again pressed her head flush to his groin and came down her throat. This time he let her choke a little longer before letting go of her head.

Marduck thought about releasing the child now, but decided to make her give him one more orgasm first. He settled himself comfortably in the chair and waited for the twelve-year-old to resume her duty. Again his thoughts drifted away into the past, back to when he was just a teenager himself.

His abilities had been discovered early, and his tribe's shaman had taken him under his wings. One day when Salvon was fourteen, he and the shaman had entered the jungle for a five day training period. When they returned, they met a horrifying site. During their absence, the village had been attacked by Aragian slavers.

About half of the villagers had been taken away; the rest had been brutally murdered. Among the murdered was Salvon's entire family. His father and older brother had been decapitated; his mother and nine-year-old sister had both been raped to death. The shock and grief became too much for the old shaman, he suffered a heart attack and died two days later.

Not knowing where else to go, Salvon headed to his people's only large city. There he met an old man who had been a slave, but somehow managed to escape and return home. The old man felt sympathies for the young boy and gave him a new home.

For six years Salvon lived with the old man. During that time he learned a lot about the Aragian's. The old man taught him their language, customs and traditions, and everything else he knew about their society. The more Salvon learned, the more his hatred grew. But he also began to understand several things about himself.

When he heard the old man describe the Aragian custom of using child slaves for sex, he found it arousing. Among his own race, sexual abuse of a child was punishable by death. In fact, it was the only crime that had a death sentence. According to the old man, the Aragian's had the same law concerning their own children. But slave children were totally accepted.

Due to a small but important genetic difference, Aragian's were not able to have offspring with any other race. That removed the possibility of mixed race children being born. This was one of the larger reasons the Aragian's had no restrictions about sex with slaves.

Furthermore, Salvon learned that Aragian females were almost slaves, being the property of their fathers or husbands. And that a female was considered an adult and ready for marriage the day they became thirteen. All this knowledge made Salvon realizes where his own sexual lusts were aimed. Just thinking about having sex with a young girl made him hard as a rock.

A plan began forming in Salvon's mind, a plan of both revenge and fulfilment of his darkest desires. Two weeks after his twentieth birthday, he left the city to put his plan in motion. First he had to locate an Aragian slaving expedition, and that took him almost four months. When he finally found one, Salvon transformed himself into a small bird and snuck aboard the large ship. Two months later, the ship arrived at the Aragian continent and the next phase of his plan could begin.

Marduck's thoughts were broken by the twelve-year-old slave's skillful sucking. The child was really good, and he could not stop a moan escaping from his lips. Since he had already came twice in a short time, it took some effort before the girl had brought him to the edge again. As with both previous orgasms, he forced his cock deep and let his cum go straight down her throat.

This time he kept his cock pressed down the girl's throat and released his bladder, sending a large amount of piss down her throat. He knew how long the child could take it without breathing, and he made sure to withdraw just when she was about to pass out.

Marduck gave the child slave a minute to recover, and then he removed his feet from the chain. She immediately began removing the straps securing her head to his crotch, but kept his cock in her mouth until all the straps were gone. Then she arranged her Master's clothes and crawled out from under the desk. After receiving the appropriate hand signal, she returned the straps to the correct place and left the room.

Marduck thought about the child slave. He had bought her about two years ago, even though she was 'second hand' and no longer a virgin. He had not bought her for himself, but as a reward for his most trusted slave, the old Lerian male. Some research had showed that the old man, unknowingly, was actually her grandfather, but Marduck didn't care about that. He had given the child to the old man as a gift for faithful service.

Been given a child sex slave of his own had made the old man even more loyal. Marduck only used the girl for oral service in his study, her ass and pussy belonged to the old man. And from what he had learned, the old man used his granddaughter every single night.

Marduck rose from his chair and placed the documents in a courier satchel. He would make sure the guard who delivered his new slaves later in the evening would also take the satchel when he left. Now it was time for his wife's regular Saturday routine.

Chapter 2

With a sadistic grin on his face, Marduck walked toward his wife's private room. According to Aragian law, a female was her father's or husband's property. Just one notch above being slaves, they only had two rights. An Aragian female could not be forced to have sex with a slave against her will, and her husband or father was not allowed to kill her on purpose. Besides that, they were practically slaves.

Reaching the door, Marduck unlocked it and entered. His wife was sleeping on the bed. She was completely naked and secured to the wall with a chain around her slender neck. He picked up the set of shackles and chains that hung on the wall beside the door and walked to the bed. With a loud noise he dropped the restraints on the bed, waking the teenager.

"It's Saturday, and you know what that means," Marduck told his wife.

Reluctantly, the seventeen-year-old began restraining herself with the shackles and chains. When the chains were securely locked on, Marduck removed the chain around her neck. With a steady grip on her hair he began leading his wife through the house, down the stairs and out through a back door, straight into Fury's field. The Bergerian stable slave had fulfilled his orders correctly and the special bench was in its place, in the middle of the field.

Marduck led his teenage wife to the bench and began tying her to it with the attached, thick leather straps. When she was completely immobilized, he picked up a large leather gag and strapped it tightly into her mouth. Then he stepped back and sat down in the large comfortable chair the stable slave had just brought into the field. The slave handed him a large glass of wine, then returned to the stables.

Slowly sipping the wine, Marduck watched as Fury began walking around his bound and gagged wife. The big horse had done this before, and always liked to show himself to the teenager before getting to the business. For each lap around the tied female, Fury's cock grew bigger and bigger. By the time the horse had completed his fifth lap, his huge member was fully erected. Fury stopped behind the teenager and looked at Marduck for permission. Marduck nodded his head and the massive war stallion neighed loudly.

Since the bench was specially designed for this purpose, the bound and gagged female's pussy was at the perfect height. Fury raised his front legs and began mounting the seventeen-year-old. If the girl had still been a virgin, the huge horse cock would have split her in half. But Marduck had deliberately stretched her pussy, making sure she was able to take the horse without being damaged in the process.

Even though she could take the huge cock, it still hurt like hell. Loud muffled screams were heard each time the horse thrust his hips forward. She truly hated this Saturday routine, hated it since it began almost a year ago. But she was Marduck's wife, and she had to obey him.

Marduck leaned back in the chair and watched the big black horse fuck his teenage wife. The law prevented him from forcing her to have sex with a slave, but this was completely within his rights. A broad grin spread across his face as he thought about what was really happening in the field. His wife was actually getting raped by a slave, but only Marduck, the horse and one more knew that.

Watching the horse pumping its huge cock deep and hard into the seventeen-year-old girl didn't arouse him. He didn't do this for his own arousal; he did it to punish his wife and to pleasure his horse. As he watched the brutal raping, his thoughts drifted away.

The ship he had snuck aboard had arrived at a small Aragian port. That was a little more than five years ago. Still retaining the shape of a small bird, he had spent two weeks in the port town. This he did to make sure the information he had about the Aragian's was correct. Then he set off deeper into the country to find a suitable victim for the next phase of his plan.

It took Salvon almost six months, but he found the perfect candidate - a small family of lesser noble status, with a son in his early twenties. For several weeks he studied the family, learning their names and habits, where they lived and everything else possible.

Using the form of another Aragian male who was an enemy of the family, Salvon hired a group of bandits to attack them while they traveled through a large forest. He made it clear to the bandits that the young man was to be left injured but alive. The attack went as planned, and the bandits left the area after looting everything valuable.

Salvon then transformed the unconscious young man into a fox, and put him out of his misery. He transformed himself into the shape of the young Aragian man, named Marduck. After wounding himself slightly, Salvon followed the road until he came across a squad of soldiers. He told them that his family had been attacked by bandits and he was the only survivor, then he faked fainting from his wounds.

The soldiers took him to their camp and sent out a cavalry unit to track down the bandits. It only took a few hours before the soldiers had captured the bandits, and Marduck had identified them as the attackers. During the interrogations, the bandits revealed who had hired them. Since every one in the area knew the accused man was an enemy of Marduck's family, no one believed him when he swore his innocence. The man and the bandits were all convicted of murder and executed.

Salvon, now Marduck, then began the next phase of his plan, to find a wife and settle in among the Aragian nobility. Using the "painful memories of his murdered family" as an excuse, he sold everything and moved to another part of the enormous kingdom.

He moved from province to province until he found what he was looking for. He found an old and weak Landlord with only a young daughter and no wife. After buying himself a small house in the town, he quickly began working on gaining the Landlord's trust. The daughter was only twelve at the time and not yet old enough for marriage. Besides that, she was not the prettiest girl around; in fact she was rather ugly. But that suited Salvon's plans perfectly.

By the time the girl became thirteen, he had gained the old man's complete trust. Now he began flirting with the daughter. Despite the fact that she was ugly, she had received two other suitors. Both of them made no secret that they were only interested because they would inherit the Landlord status if they married her. Marduck made sure the girl believed he wanted her because he loved her.

The old Landlord truly loved his daughter, and when she turned fourteen he decided she would be married to Marduck. The girl was really happy about it because she utterly believed Marduck also loved her. She could not have been more wrong even if she tried.

Following the marriage, Marduck had kept up the illusion of really loving his wife. He was nice and gentle to her, always careful when they had sex. That was until her father finally died. Marduck's wife was fifteen when that happened. After having been installed as the new Landlord, the same day the old was buried, he showed her his true feelings. He had brutally raped all her holes for an entire night. And that would be the last time he fucked her himself.

As a wedding gift from her father, she had received a personal slave, an old Doranian male that she had treated extremely hard and cruel. She always made sure to find something wrong, so she could have the man whipped at least twice a week. If the slave had been of any other race, Marduck would not have cared about it. But the man was of his own true race, and that angered him. After his installment, he made sure his wife never again could touch the old man.

For a long time he thought about some way of letting the old man get some revenge on the girl. When the man got sick and was about to die, Marduck finally figured it out. He sent everyone else from the room and sat down by the man's bed. Then he told his kinsman his secret, and offered him a way to get revenge.

After only a few minutes of thought, the man accepted the offer. Marduck carried the sick and weak man into the nearby forest and gave him a sleeping drug. The drug was very important: if he tried to transform another being while it was awake, the experience would most likely make the person insane. When the transformation was complete, a mighty black war stallion lay where the old man had once been.

Marduck waited until his former kinsman awoke from the drug induced sleep. He had told the man what he would become, but nevertheless the man was scared. The rest of the night he watched as the former human began accustoming himself to his new form. Then he left the man-turned-stallion in the woods and returned home.

Two days later he sold all his slaves, and the day after that he bought new ones to fill his household. During the 'empty' day, he brought the stallion to his stable and named him Fury. This had happened little less than two years ago. When his new slaves had settled in, Marduck had begun the process of preparing his wife for her new 'lover'. And one year ago she was ready, and she had been strapped to the special bench for the first time.

Marduck smiled as he continued to watch the stallion rape his former tormentor. This weekly procedure would continue for a long, long time. A little side effect of shape-shifting was that the shifted being aged at an extremely decreased rate. While transformed, the person only aged about one year during a ten year period. That meant the horse was going to outlive the female, even though Aragian's usually lived for about 150 years.

By now, the horse had filled the teenager with its semen three times, but showed no signs of getting tired. The standing record was nine times during a single day. And today Marduck had a little surprise for the stallion. The last six months he had been stretching his wife's asshole, and today he had decided to let Fury sodomise her.

"Fury," he shouted and got the horse's attention. "From now on you are allowed to use both her holes if you wish."

The massive black stallion looked at him with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"She has been prepared for it, and should be able to take your cock without being injured."

Marduck could clearly see his horse smiling, and hear his wife beginning to cry. She had known this day would come, and hearing her husband's words she knew it would be today. Knowing how much it hurt when the horse fucked her young pussy, she could imagine how much more it would hurt in her tight ass.

Fury neighed loudly, mounted the teenager, and forced his massive cock deep inside her asshole. The girl screamed like she had never screamed before, the pain was enormous. The huge horse cock filled her anal cavity almost to the point of breaking, but to the girl it felt like she had been split open. With hard, powerful thrusts, the horse brutally fucked her for several long, painful minutes before finally filling her bowels with a huge amount of its semen.

The stallion set a new record that day, filling the seventeen-year-old a total of ten times. Four of those horse cum fillings occurred in her ass. When Fury was finally satisfied for the day, the girl was completely exhausted and her holes sore. She had so little strength left that Marduck had to carry her back to her room.

He simply dumped her onto the bed and fastened the chain around her neck, leaving the wrist and ankle shackles locked on. Then he went to the kitchen and got a large bowl of soup. He placed the bowl beside his wife's bed, locked the door, and walked to the dining room for his own dinner.

Chapter 3

Marduck entered the large dining room and sat down at the Master's seat. Immediately his two servant slaves appeared to serve his dinner. As with all his female salves, the two Noranian females were naked besides their wrist and ankle shackles. They were both about twenty years old and a bit to old for Marduck's sexual taste, but well trained and skilled servants. Since he no longer used them sexually himself, he used them as rewards for his male slaves.

He had ordered the chef to prepare a large meal, since he would need it for the night's activities. The prize he had to pay for the Bergerian chef had been huge, but well spent. Time after time, the Bergerian man had produced meals suitable for the king's table. And the four-dish meal Marduck was served this evening was no exception. While finishing the marvelous dessert, he decided to let the chef have any or both of the servant slaves for the night.

After finishing the meal, Marduck walked to his private library for a glass of wine. The only other person ever allowed to enter his private library was his must trusted slave, and then only when Marduck was present. This room was where he kept all his research documents, where he planned the next steps of his plan.

Just as Marduck finished his second glass of wine, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Enter," he said with a stern voice.

The old Lerian male stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Sawtooth has been cleaned and feed, Lord Marduck," the old man said.

"Good," Marduck said. "Have my new slaves arrived yet?"

"Yes, My Lord. They have been bathed and are now being prepared in your bedroom."

"Excellent. After the servant slaves have finished there duties, take them both to the chefs room. Then you have the rest of the evening free. Have some fun with your own little bed mate."

"Thank you, My Lord," the old man said and quietly left the room.

Marduck poured himself a third glass of wine. He wanted to be sure the servant slaves were done preparing his new child sex slaves before he went to the bedroom. Enjoying the wine, he sipped it slowly. The longer the two little girls had to wait for him, the more scared they would be. And he liked them scared.

He made it take almost half an hour to finish the wine, and then he left the library. His bedroom was located on the second floor, same as the library, and he walked slowly down the corridor. Besides his bedroom and the library, there were only three other rooms on the second floor: his wife's room, his study, and the dungeon.

The dungeon was huge, taking up almost a third of the floor. Most other Aragians that Marduck knew had their dungeons in the basement, if they even had one. But Marduck had converted his basement into cells for his female and child slaves, and rooms for the male slaves. Only the old Lerian and the chef had rooms on the first floor.

Marduck arrived at the heavy door to his bedroom. He listened and tried to hear any noises from inside the room, but the thick oak door effectively blocked any sounds. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and entered.

The sight that met him was incredible. The first little seven-year-old twin was tied in a standing spread eagle. She was standing on the floor, hands and feet tightly tied to the large bed posts. The ropes had been pulled so tight that her little body was stretched to the limits. Her tiny mouth was filled with a large leather ball, tied behind her neck with leather straps, and her eyes covered with a piece of black cloth.

The second twin lay face down in the middle of the bed. The girl was gagged and blindfolded in the same way as her sister. Her arms were tied behind her back, so tight that her elbows were pressed together. A thin wooden pole had been secured behind her knees and her feet cross tied. Her legs had been bent to place her in a strict hogtie, while the pole kept her legs apart and crotch exposed.

Since the foot end of the large bed faced the door, Marduck got a perfect view of the standing girl when he entered. The child was facing him, and the sight of her flat chest and hairless slit made his cock come alive. He walked up to the child and placed his hands on her stretched chest. Her soft, perfect black skin felt like silk to the touch. Even her tiny little nipples felt soft and smooth.

Marduck wanted to savor the moment, and slowly ran his hands all over her petite little body. When his hands reached her little mound the child gasped into the gag and began squirming. Not caring about the child's unwillingness he began probing her tight, hairless slit. Carefully he inserted his smallest finger into her virgin hole. A whine of pain and fear escaped from the child's gagged mouth.

He continued to slowly insert his finger until he hit her hymen, then he withdrew. Marduck wanted to break her virgin shield with his cock, not his finger. Slowly he let his hands caress her body back to the tiny nipples. Carefully he began teasing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making them hard and erect. When they were hard enough, he leaned down and sucked the left into his mouth.

Marduck sucked the tiny little seven-year-old sex slave's nipples for several minutes, eventually causing the child to moan in pleasure. Then he again teased them between his fingers, eliciting more moans from the gagged mouth. Without warning he pinched and twisted both nipples hard. The pain made the little preteen scream into her gag.

Pleased with the reaction, Marduck pinched and twisted even harder. The child's screams were horrifying, and it only fuelled his arousal. Besides, the little girl's screams would make her sister even more scared. He continued to pinch and twist the tiny nipples until the child's screams turned into croaks, her throat too sore to allow any more screams.

Marduck let go of her nipples and stepped back. Slowly he undressed himself and carefully placed his clothes on a chair. His tall, muscular body dwarfed the black little child. He stepped up to the preteen sex slave and began rubbing his large cock against her tiny body. When he could not wait any longer, he picked up a jar of olive oil and began lubricating his manhood.

Due to the huge difference in size, he had to squat down deep to get his cock lined up with her tight, tiny pussy hole. Slowly he began forcing his cock inside her virgin love canal. The pain caused the seven-year-old slave to cry loudly, and tears began flowing down her face. When his cock head reached her hymen, he paused.

Marduck placed his left arm tight around the preteen's tiny waist, and put his right around her back up to her right shoulder. Holding the child tight, he withdrew his cock a little. Then he plunged in hard, breaking her hymen and hitting the bottom of her tight hole. Even though her throat was sore, the seven-year-old girl screamed horrifyingly loud.

The child had never before in her short life felt such pain. The large adult cock impaling her tiny pussy felt like it would split her in two. In her tight bounds she couldn't do anything else but scream from the pain the brutal rape caused her preteen body. And that's what she did, she screamed at each thrust of the huge cock.

Marduck was in a blaze, the child's tiny pussy was incredibly tight. And her pain-filled screams only aroused him even more. Luckily for the child, it didn't take him many minutes to cum. With one hard, final thrust he buried his cock as deep as it could go and filled the preteen's pussy with his cum.

He kept his cock buried inside the little seven-year-old girl until all his semen had entered the child's womb. Then he withdrew and backed away. The poor little preteen slave hung limp in her bonds, exhausted from the ordeal. Her ravaged hole dripped bloodstained cum onto the floor. He quickly checked that she didn't bleed too much. Then he sat down in a large, comfortable chair to catch his breath.

With his lust for violence and brutality now temporarily satisfied, he began planning on what to do with the second twin. The girl must be totally terrified by now, having heard her sister's screams of pain. But she would get it in a completely different way.

Marduck had a plan for the little girl's training. He would always do them both at the same time, always doing one of the twins really rough and brutal and the other girl soft and gentle. And also make sure they would never know in advance who would get it what way.

He sat in the chair for almost ten minutes, just watching the no longer virgin child trying to recover from the rape. Marduck rose and silently approached his bound black sex slave. He made sure she did not hear him coming, and without warning he slapped her hard right on the sore, hairless little slit.

*SMACK*

The tied little girl shrieked at the top of her lungs. If she had not been thoroughly gagged, her scream would have broken every glass item in the room. Marduck leaned forward and placed his mouth to her ear.

"Welcome to your new life, slave," he whispered in the Noranian language. "You better get used to this, because this is how you will spend the rest of your life. Bound, tortured and brutally fucked in each and every of your little holes."

When the little seven-year-old heard his words, she began crying and tears streamed down her chin. Marduck left the little black child with her tears and turned his attention to the second twin.

He sat down on the bed beside the tightly tied preteen slave. Carefully he placed his left hand on her perfect little butt. As his hand made contact with her soft, black skin, the child jerked and tried to move away. Gently, he placed his right hand on her shoulder blades and pressed her into the bed. Keeping a firm but soft pressure, he made sure the little girl could not move away from him again.

Marduck resumed caressing her round little bottom. The feel of the seven-year-old slave's butt cheeks was arousing to say the least. As with her sister, her skin felt like soft, black silk. For several long minutes he just carefully caressed her tiny little butt, and then he rolled the child onto her left side. This gave him a perfect view of her chest, tummy, and crotch. The wooden pole tied behind her knees forced her legs wide apart and left her groin completely exposed.

Her slit was just as tight and hairless as her twin sisters, and the sight made Marduck rock hard. He lay down beside her, and began softly sucking her tiny nipples, and at the same time caressing her tiny little butt with his left hand. With his right hand, he gently stroked her face and hair. After just a minute, the child slave began moaning. Marduck could feel that she was still terrified, but nonetheless she was beginning to enjoy the treatment.

Since he had brutally raped the first of the twins, this little black cutie would get it soft and gentle tonight. He continued to suck the little girl's nipples and caress her buttocks until she was squirming and moaning loudly. Then he moved upwards and softly kissed her entire face. While kissing the bound child's face, he moved his left hand from her butt to the smooth, hairless preteen slit.

Marduck cupped his hand over the little seven-year-old's mound and rubbed it gently. He moved away from her face and resumed his treatment of her nipples. When she was again squirming and moaning, he began probing her tight slit with his index finger, looking for her undeveloped little clit. When he found the tiny little bud, a loud gasp escaped the child's gagged mouth.

He moved his hand to his mouth and wet his finger. Then began rubbing the preteen slave girl's little clit. Within a few minutes it was clearly visible that the little seven-year-old was feeling a lot of pleasure. She moaned loudly, and wriggled so much that Marduck had to hold her still with his right arm.

When he was sure the little preteen really enjoyed the abuse, Marduck began gently pressing his finger inside her tight pussy. The child slave's love canal was just as tight as her twin sister's, and it squeezed his finger. At the same time he began softly nibbling her nipples with is teeth, careful not to hurt her. When his finger finally hit her hymen, she gasped and whimpered in pain.

Marduck carefully withdrew his finger and returned it to her clit. He resumed to procedure for almost an hour. Fingering her clit and then inserting it inside her love canal, and at the same time sucking and nibbling her tiny nipples. When he felt that she was ready for the next step, the black, little preteen was covered in sweat.

He rolled onto his back and began lubricating his stone hard cock with the olive oil, and at the same time massaging her clit with his right hand. Marduck then poured a large amount on his belly and chest, making his torso very slippery. Then he poured some of the oil on his fingers and began rubbing it into her pussy.

When her tiny little cunt was well-oiled he pulled her on top of himself, so she was facing him and her head rested on his chest. Thanks to the oil on his torso, she slid easily when he moved her body down towards his stiff cock. The way the seven-year-old slave was tied ensured that he would have no problems penetrating her.

His right arm held a firm but gentle grip around her waist, and his left hand guided the rock hard cock toward her still virgin pussy. Aided by the olive oil, he slid her down until his cock pressed against her tight hole. Very, very carefully he began pushing his manhood inside the bound preteen slave.

As his cock head began penetrating her, she again whimpered from the pain it caused. Slowly he eased the head of his cock fully inside her, and then he paused to let her get used to it. When her whimpers had finally stopped, he gently began pushing deeper. Since he took it slow and careful, it actually took a while before he hit her hymen. When he hit it, the hogtied child gasped and shrieked.

Marduck withdrew his cock a little, so it didn't press against her hymen anymore. Then he waited until the seven-year-old girl had settled down again. He leaned his head toward hers, and placed his mouth to her ear.

"This will hurt a lot, but it will soon feel much better," he whispered with a soft tone in her own language.

Then he firmly gripped her hips with both hands. At the same time, he pushed her downwards with his hands and thrust his hips toward her. In one short but hard stroke, he broke her hymen and took her virginity. The bound and gagged little girl screamed into her gag from the pain.

He kept his cock still inside her until she stopped screaming. Then he began slowly moving it in and out in short, gentle motions. When the child again had settled to the feel of having a hard adult cock inside her tight, little pussy, Marduck started making longer strokes. With each stroke, he pushed a little more of his cock inside her.

The little seven-year-old's pussy was so tight that Marduck had to muster all his self-control not to cum too soon. He wanted to enjoy the black little slave to the fullest before filling her womb with his semen. Placing his arms around her tiny little body, he hugged her tight against his chest.

Being as gentle as he could, he fucked the seven-year-old child slave's pussy deeper and deeper. The girl didn't scream anymore, but she was crying and tears flowed down her face onto his chest. After almost ten minutes, he finally reached the bottom of her love canal.

The feeling of his cock touching the entrance to her womb was just too much. Marduck couldn't hold it any longer and he came in a huge orgasm. Holding the child tight to his chest, his cock spurted load after load of warm, sticky adult sperm straight into her womb.

When his orgasm finally subsided, he carefully withdrew his softening manhood from her now sore pussy. Then he rolled her of him so she again lay on her left side, completely exposed. He saw that she had bled a little, but not more than virgins usually did after getting fucked for the first time.

He wet his finger and started rubbing her tiny clit again. It took him several minutes, but eventually the child again began moaning with pleasure. He knew it was almost impossible to make a girl as young as seven have an orgasm, but he was determined to make her feel pleasure and enjoy it.

Marduck continued to massage her clit until the black little slave girl was again covered in sweat. Then he pulled his hand away, and turned her onto her stomach again. He made sure her bonds were still tight and secure and then left the bed.

The pussy rubbing had made him hard and horny again. But since it was this slave's soft and gentle night, he didn't want to fuck her again so soon. Instead he walked up to the first of the twin sisters, who still hung limp in her standing spread-eagle bondage.

This child slave had her first rough and violent night, and that was how she would get it. Again Marduck lubricated his stiff cock with the olive oil. Then he stepped up to the tightly bound and gagged little girl, squatted down, and placed his cock at her pussy opening. She was still very sore from the first rape, and he knew this second time would hurt a lot more.

He grabbed her body hard and tight and shoved his cock straight to the bottom of her preteen pussy with a single thrust. The resulting scream was deafening. The seven-year-old sex slave screamed louder than she had ever screamed before in her short life.

The little girl's screams increased Marduck's arousal, and he began raping her hard and fast. He pulled her small body tight against his own and hugged her really hard, almost pressing the air out of her lungs. This caused her screams to lessen, since she had difficulties breathing.

Harder and harder he plunged his hard cock in and out of the bound seven-year-old. With each stroke he made sure to hit the bottom of her ravaged cunt. Since he had already come twice in the same evening, it took him some time before he began reaching the edge. When his orgasm finally hit, the poor child's throat was so sore from the creaming she could only produce rasping groans.

Marduck forced his cock almost into her womb and filled her with his cum. Again he kept his cock pressed inside her until all the semen had left his shaft. When he withdrew, he saw that she was bleeding again. He picked up a piece of cloth soaked with an herb mixture, rolled it up, and inserted it in her ravaged hole. This was something he had learned from experience. The cloth would absorb the blood and the herb mixture would help stop the bleeding.

He wondered if he should whip the child slave before going to sleep, but he decided to just let her remain in her bondage for the entire night. Marduck climbed back into the bed. He removed the covers and slid beneath them. After adjusting the pillow, he reached out with his left hand and placed it on the hogtied twin's butt. Softly caressing the seven-year-old sex slave's buttocks, he fell asleep.

Chapter 4

Marduck awoke in the same position as he fell asleep in, with his left hand on the hogtied black slave child's butt. He could tell from her breathing the she was sleeping. Gently he began caressing her buttocks until she became awake. After pulling aside the bed cover, he carefully pulled her between his legs so her face was at his groin.

He sat up and removed the leather gag from her mouth. The child immediately began moving her aching jaws. Marduck leaned towards her and grabbed her head with both hands.

"I'm now going to put my cock in your mouth, and you will suck it and swallow everything that comes out of it," he said, again using the child's native language. "And don't you dare bite me, because if you do, I will literally whip the skin from your entire body. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes," the child said silently.

"Yes what?" Marduck said with a stern tone.

"Yes Master," the little girl quickly replied.

"That's better, but you will be punished for your mistake later. Now open your mouth."

The seven-year-old sex slave opened her mouth as wide as she could. With both his hands still holding the preteen's head, he guided her mouth to his now stiff hard cock. Her mouth was so small his manhood filled it completely. He only managed to get the head and about two inches of the shaft inside.

As soon as the adult cock entered her mouth, the black little slave girl began sucking on it. She had never before done anything like this, but she did as her owner had told her and sucked. Marduck began slowly moving her head up and down his shaft.

After a little while he removed his hands, but the girl didn't continue the movement. He grabbed her head again and moved it up and down a short while before letting go. The black little slave still didn't get the idea. The third time he grabbed her head, he pulled her deeper down onto his cock, making her choke on it. This time she had gotten the point when he removed his hands.

Marduck leaned back in the bed and placed his hands under his head. He looked down on the bound and blindfolded seven-year-old sex slave sucking his cock the best she could. Her pitch black skin made a great contrast to the shining bronze color of his own skin. Since the child was still completely inexperienced at cock sucking, it took her almost half an hour to make him cum.

When he felt the orgasm beginning to build, Marduck grabbed her head again. As he crossed the edge, he forced his big cock deep into the little girl's small mouth and shot his load straight down her throat. The child began coughing, but he kept her head still and forced her to swallow all of his sperm. When she had swallowed it all, he pulled out and wiped his cock clean against her hair.

He climbed out of the bed and began dressing himself. When he was dressed, he stepped up to the standing slave. He saw that she was still sleeping deeply, probably from pure exhaustion. Marduck grabbed both her nipples and pinched them hard. The pain immediately awoke the child and she screamed into the big leather gag filling her mouth.

Satisfied that both slave's were now awake, he headed for the door. As he opened the door to go to the dining room for his breakfast, he turned and looked at the two bound seven-year-old twins.

"There will be someone coming up to release you in a while," he told them. "And to prepare you for the coming evening's special event."

He closed the door and walked to the dining room. His breakfast was ready and the two servant slave's fulfilled their duties. As he finished, the old Lerian male appeared with some documents.

"These came with courier at sunrise My Lord," the old man said and handed Marduck the documents.

Marduck quickly checked the seals and saw that none was broken. He also recognized from the emblem on the seals, these where documents vital to his plans.

"After the servant slaves have finished cleaning up after breakfast, have them take care of the child slaves in my bedroom. Make sure they are prepared for tonight."

"As you wish My Lord," the old man replied.

Marduck went straight to his private library and locked the door behind him. As he sat down behind his work desk, he had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. If these documents contained the information he hoped they did, he would be able to proceed with the next phase of his plan.

He carefully broke the seals and began reading. As he finished the third of the five documents, a large, mean grin was spreading across his face. This was better than he had hoped. Not only had his secret contacts managed to produce the information he sought, but they had gotten even more details than he had ever dreamed possible. The extra information allowed him to immediately decide exactly how to proceed.

The person he was after, Earl Grender, was holding a party two weeks from now, and Marduck was invited. Apparently, the king's second cousin was holding some kind of huge sex party to celebrate his latest slaving expedition. Nobles from all over the country were invited.

The invitation was included in the documents and it stated that none of the guest needed to bring their own slaves, there would be plenty of fresh acquisitions to have fun with. It also mentioned that older and used material would be available if anyone wanted to play more severe and lethal games.

That statement only made Marduck even more determined to proceed with his plan. To him a dead or killed slave was a waste of resources. That some people did it just for fun only fuelled his hatred for the entire Aragian race. And according to the documents, the Earl was the worst of them all. A note mentioned that last year alone, Grender had 'disposed' no less than twenty eight slaves, the majority of them being children.

Using child slave for sex was one thing, but murdering them just for fun was something completely different. Marduck had gotten so angry he wanted to scream. It took him almost ten minutes to calm down enough so that he could read the last of the documents.

That document immediately made him feel better. It contained the last piece of information he needed. Picking up his pen and ink bottle, he began writing a reply to his contacts. When he was done, Marduck knew that the upcoming party would be the last one the Earl ever hosted. He also figured out how to remove his contacts afterwards; he could not leave any loose ends. Marduck felt no remorse toward betraying his contacts, they were Aragians and he detested them.

After finishing his writing, he put the documents in a secret compartment. The coming weekend it would be his turn to host a party for the local nobility and wealthy merchants. And he knew exactly what would be the highlight of the party: his wife's weekly routine. Knowing his fellow nobles' taste in entertainment, he was certain they would enjoy the show.

His two servant slaves would be in for a long and rough night, too. They always were when he hosted a party. As a good host, he always allowed his guests free use of them. His child slaves were a different matter, those he always kept for himself. But this time he actually planned on letting the twelve-year-old Lerian girl be available for 'public' use.

Marduck looked out the window and saw that it was almost midday. He walked to the kitchen and ordered the chef to prepare him a light meal. As with every Sunday, he had to be in the town during the afternoon. Sundays were when the town council had its meetings, and as the province Landlord he had to participate. It was also the day trials against criminals were held, and again Marduck had to participate. A Landlord was the highest legal authority in the province beside the Earl or Duke of the region and the King himself.

He sat down at the dining table and began reading through the documents concerning the town council meeting and the criminal trials. During the reading, one of the servant slaves served his meal, but he was too occupied by the documents to even notice her presence.

Marduck finished his meal and then ordered the stable slave to saddle up Fury. When the big war stallion was ready, he set off toward the town. He hoped that the meetings would be fast today so he could get home rather early. There was a special event planned for his new little sex slave, and he didn't want to do it in the middle of the night.

Chapter 5

Marduck arrived at the town council's building about half an hour before the meetings would begin. He put Fury in the stable and entered through the backdoor. The meeting room was still empty, and he sat down in the head seat to await the council.

It didn't take long before the first of the twenty five council members began arriving. When the meeting was to begin everyone was present and seated. Just to keep them waiting, Marduck pretended to carefully read the documents. When he thought the charade had lasted long enough, he put the papers down and looked at the gathered council.

"The first issue of the day is Council Member Farak's request," Marduck said. "I will let him explain and describe everything himself."

"Thank you Lord Marduck," the man named Farak said as he rose from his seat. "As you all can read in the documents, my request is for a permit allowing me to open a brothel. My intention is to have slaves working in the brothel, mostly young teenage and child slaves."

"May I ask as to why you want to open this establishment?" the Mayor asked.

"Certainly sir," Farak replied. "The reason is to give a service to those who can't afford to buy their own slaves. Teenage and child sex slaves always bring a high price at the auctions, and not many can afford them."

"Are you also requesting that your brothel should have priority at the auctions?" the Mayor wanted to know.

"Absolutely not, sir."

"I will now open this issue for debate," Marduck said. "Council Member Krarkh is first to speak."

The discussion raged on for quite some time, at first splitting the members in equal halves for and against. After a while, the positive side gained in strength and soon Marduck felt secure enough to make a ruling on the matter.

"After hearing the debate, I have come to a decision." he said after quieting everyone else. "I will grant Council Member Farak's request and allow the brothel, but with certain restrictions. First, the brothel will be run as any other business in the town and must have fixed prices for all kind of services it will provide, and pay the same level of taxes as any other business. Second, since a slave can only be owned by a person, the brothel will be considered as a person, but ONLY concerning ownership of slaves. Third and last, the brothel is not to have any service that allows a slave to be killed by a customer. You all know my view on that issue, and its not negotiable. Does anyone want to protest against my decision?"

None of the members protested, in fact they rarely did. Marduck then waited a few minutes before moving on to the next issue. There were a total of six issues to be handled this day, and none of them took longer than expected. Then it was time for the criminal trials.

A total of four trials were to be held; one murder, two thefts and one assault. The murder case was rather simple as there were no less than three eye witnesses to the incident. It only took the council one minute to find the accused guilty as charged, and sentenced him to death.

None of the thefts had any eye witnesses, but in both cases the stolen property had been found in the criminals' homes. After just a few minutes, the thieves were both sentenced to five years in prison.

The assault turned out to be a bit more sensitive than first presumed. The assaulted person was a lesser noble, and the offender a farmer. According to the accusation, the farmer had thrown a bucket full of cow shit on the noble. The noble claimed the incident was completely unprovoked, but the farmer had three witnesses claiming the noble had been gravely insulting the farmer.

The council debated the issue for almost two hours before they could reach a verdict. At one point, Marduck almost used his status as Landlord to override the council and place a direct sentence, but he held back. Finally, the council decided that the farmer was to pay the noble for his ruined clothes. Since the noble had obviously gravely insulted the farmer, no apologies were to be given in any direction.

When Marduck left the council building, he saw that it wasn't as late as he had feared. If he rode quickly, he could hold his little 'ceremony' in the light of the sunset. Fury was saddled and ready when he entered the stable, so he immediately mounted and rode away.

On his way home, Marduck thought about the brothel. It would most likely bring a large increase in the tax income, and extra money was always welcome. None had complained about his ban on killing, so that would not bother him. He was pretty sure that those slaves that ended up in the brothel would not get it easy, but frankly he didn't care about that.

The sound of the big war stallion's hoofs thundered between the walls of the buildings as Marduck galloped into his estate. He stopped at the stable and the stable slave came running to take care of Fury. As he walked towards the main house, he saw that the two sawhorses for the 'ceremony' were already in place. At the door the old Lerian meet him and took his cape.

"Make sure the girls and everything else is ready after I have changed my clothes." he ordered.

"As you wish My Lord," the old man replied.

Marduck walked quickly to his room and changed his clothes. Wearing a pitch black silk robe with delicate silver ornaments, he again entered the yard between the buildings. The new child sex slaves were both tightly strapped to the sawhorses. Their hands and feet bound to the legs of the sawhorses, and thick straps went across their waists. This forced their butts to stick straight up, completely exposed and available.

He walked up in front of the bound Noranian preteens and looked at them. They were both gagged with large leather balls strapped around their necks, but not blindfolded. Marduck picked up a large glass bottle and poured a generous amount if its content on the little girl's left buttocks. With a gentle hand, he carefully massaged the liquid into the silky-soft black skin.

When the seven-year-old girl's left buttocks shone, he stepped back and put away the bottle. Then he signaled the stable slave who immediately entered the stable. After a minute the slave came back, holding a glowing branding iron. Marduck took the iron and placed himself behind the two bound and gagged child slaves.

"You will now both receive your owner's mark," he said. "If anyone of you were ever to escape, this mark will show you belong to me. And when captured, you will be brought back here to face my punishment."

During his quick speech, Marduck had held the branding iron so the girls could not see it. They still had no idea what was about to happen. Taking careful aim, he pushed the iron into the first girl's shining left buttock. A hissing sound was heard as the red hot iron made contact with the preteen flesh, and a small trail of smoke arose from the contact point.

The child screamed at the top of her little lungs from the immense pain. She screamed continuously for the entire five seconds that Marduck held the branding iron pressed into her left buttock. When he removed the iron, the child continued to scream for several minutes. A large M within a perfect circle was now burnt into her flesh.

Marduck let the child scream and handed the branding iron back to the stable slave. After a minute the slave returned it, again glowing. Again with a careful aim, he pressed the iron into the second twin's left buttock. The same hissing sound was heard, and the small trail of smoke arose again.

The seven-year-old sex slave screamed louder than she had ever screamed before, and joined her sister in the serenade. Again he held the iron pressed into the child for a full five seconds before removing it. Handing the iron to the stable slave, he stepped back and looked at the result. His personal mark was clearly visible on the left butt cheek of both little girls.

The fluid he had massaged into their skin had been mixed with special herbs. It would accelerate the healing process and also prevent any infections. Furthermore, it would make the brand look a lot better. This was a little ceremony he had with all his sex slaves, and he always branded the left buttock. But there was to be one slave who would receive the brand at a different location.

When the little black girl's screams had subsided into heavy crying, it was time for the final part of the ceremony. Marduck picked up a second bottle and began lubricating his rock hard cock. He placed himself behind the first of the twins and pressed his cock against her anal opening. Grabbing the preteen's hips, he brutally shoved his cock inside her ass.

The child resumed her screams of pain as the big, hard cock impaled her tight, virgin ass. With hard, fast strokes, Marduck pumped in and out of the bound, gagged sex slave, forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. As the child slave's screams aroused him even more, it didn't take long before he came. He shoved his cock as deep inside her as he could, and filled her bowels with hot, sticky cum.

As he withdrew his shrinking cock from the crying child, Marduck looked at the other sister and smiled.

"Don't you worry little one," he said. "As soon as I have recovered a little, it will be your turn."

The old Lerian handed him a glass of wine. Marduck slowly enjoyed the fine wine as he admired the view of his two black, seven-year-old sex slaves. By the time he had finished the wine, he felt ready to sodomise the second of the twins. He lubricated his cock and positioned himself behind the child.

Since this was the slave that had received the brutal treatment the night before, he would go easy on her tonight. He put the tip of his cock against her anus, and began slowly pushing it in. The little girl didn't scream, but her crying intensified and tears flooded down her face. When the head of his manhood was completely inside, Marduck grabbed the preteen sex slave's hips. Careful and gentle, he slowly pushed himself deeper into the seven-year-old's ass.

When half his cock was buried inside the little black girl, he began pumping it in and out with slow, gentle strokes. As with her sister, Marduck pushed a little deeper with each thrust. Since he had already cum just recently, he managed to get his entire cock inside the child before his orgasm arrived. With a loud moan, he filled the crying little black sex slave's ass with his semen.

Marduck pulled his cock from the tight little hole and wiped it clean on the child's hair. Then he inspected the brand on both of the girls. He had placed the brand exactly where he wanted, and once fully healed it would look really good on the soft black skin. He signaled to the old man who immediately walked up to him.

"Let them both stay tied like this for at least three hours," he said. "The fresh air will help the healing. When you release them, place them in their cells for the night."

"As you wish, My Lord" the old man replied and bowed.

Chapter 6

The following week went by without much happening. Marduck spent the week surveying his personal domains, checking up on the farmers working his fields. It looked like the crops would be extremely good this season, a good thing since the last three seasons had produced less than expected. Marduck always made sure to treat his farmers well, even though he secretly despised them all.

The trip kept him away from his mansion until late Friday evening, and that suited him just fine. He didn't want to use his new little sex slaves again until they had fully recovered from the branding. And staying away was a good way of shielding himself from temptation.

When he returned home late in the evening, the old Lerian house slave informed him that the two little black slaves were almost fully healed. Marduck thought about using them that night, but he decided to stick with his plans and let them rest until Sunday.

"Have any one my guests for tomorrow replied to the invitation?" he asked the old man.

"Yes they have, My Lord," the slave replied. "All of them have replied and said that they are coming."

"Great. And just as you know, slave, your little bed mate will also presented for use to the guests."

"As you wish My Lord, I will make sure she is properly cleaned and ready."

Marduck walked to his study to try and catch up on the paperwork that had accumulated during his trip. He thought about calling in the twelve-year-old Lerian slave, but he decided not to. If he were to get the work done tonight, he could not afford any distractions. Fortunately, the amount of work was significantly less than he had feared, and it only took him a couple of hours to finish it all. Although the work didn't take too long, it was still midnight before he got to bed.

When Marduck woke up on Saturday morning, he felt horny as a devil. He had not had any kind of sex for the entire week, and that was rather unusual for him. But he decided to stick to his plan, knowing it would feel that much better after the long wait.

He spent the entire morning until lunch overseeing the party arrangements. The guests would begin to arrive during the afternoon and the party itself was planed to begin with a large dinner about six hours after midday.

True to his customs, Marduck himself greeted all the guests as they arrived at his estate. This time he had even invited two special guests, the two persons that had been his wife's suitors before he married her. They were the last to arrive, and they arrived together. This didn't surprise Marduck, he was sure the two men had their suspicions as to why they had been invited.

The chef had prepared a six dish dinner that would have been accepted at the King's personal table any day. Marduck received several comments about how excellent the food was. For some time he had been thinking about giving the chef his own sex slave as a gift, and tonight's comments made him decide to actually do it.

After the dinner, it was finally time for the party to really begin. Marduck made sure all the guests had something to drink and then led them outside to Fury's field. In the field, comfortable chairs had been placed for all the guests. The chairs were arranged in a quarter-circle around the special bench. But Fury was not yet in the field, and neither was his wife.

"Will you all please take a seat, and I will soon bring the object of the party's opening event" Marduck told his guests. "When I return, I would appreciate if you all tried to be quiet since the object doesn't know you are here."

As the guests got seated, he returned to the house and walked to his wife's room. He found the teenager sitting in the bed reading a book. Without a word, he picked up the shackles and dropped them on the bed. When she had secured herself, he removed the chain from her neck and applied a blindfold.

"Today will be a little special, my love," he said to her with a voice full of sarcasm.

He pulled the girl out of the bed and made her stand on her hands and knees. Then he put a thick leather collar around her neck and attached a chain leash. With his teenage wife crawling beside him, he returned to the field and his guests.

When Marduck appeared with his chained wife crawling beside him, several of the guests almost gasped but they managed to keep silent. He led the girl to the bench and quickly strapped her to it, secured the large leather gag in her mouth and then removed the blindfold. With a grim smile, he returned to his personal chair and sat down.

It took almost a minute before the teenager noticed the guests. When finally she saw them she blushed. She had never before felt such humiliation. She was completely naked and tightly strapped to a bench, waiting to be raped by a large horse. And all those men were seated in comfortable chairs to watch and enjoy her ordeal. The humiliation of it all made her cry and tears streamed down her face.

Marduck signaled the stable slave, who opened the stable door. With thundering hooves, Fury entered the field. A loud, unison gasp was heard from the guests as they now understood what was about to happen. True to his habits, Fury slowly walked around the bound and gagged seventeen-year-old girl, his cock growing bigger and bigger by each lap.

After five laps, the stallion's huge member was fully erect. One of the guests leaned towards Marduck.

"Pardon me for asking, Lord Marduck, but are you sure she can take that huge cock without getting hurt?" the man whispered.

"You don't need to worry about that," Marduck replied with a smile. "She has been doing this for a year now."

With a mean grin, the man settled back in his chair to enjoy the show. Fury looked at his Master and Marduck nodded his head. In one single motion, the massive stallion mounted the teenager and began brutally fucking her. The crowd of guests cheered as the horse pumped its huge cock violently into the bound and gagged girl.

The show continued for almost two hours. Fury filled the seventeen-year-old with his semen eight times, equally divided between her ass and pussy. When the horse was finally done raping his wife, Marduck signaled the stallion to return to the stable. Fury obeyed his Master and proudly trotted away towards the open stable door.

Marduck led his guests back into the house and into the large ballroom. There was food and drinks placed on tables all along the walls. In one end of the room were his two servant slaves. They were standing beside each other on their hands and knees, with their butts towards the arriving guests. There was a significant gap between the two slaves, a gap that would be filled a little later.

"Feel free to use the slaves in anyway you like, as long as you don't kill them or hurt them to much." He informed his guests. "If you don't want to fuck them in front of everyone else, there is a small bedroom behind that door."

As his guests turned their attentions towards the two chained slaves, Marduck returned to the field. He released his wife from the bench and brought her back to her room. Since he had some special plans, he didn't remove her gag and also left the shackles locked on. After removing the collar and having secured the chain around her neck, he looked at her.

"Prepare yourself for a long night, girl," he said with a mean voice. "Two of my guests will most likely come and 'visit' you."

Marduck locked the door and headed towards another room. In that room was the twelve-year-old Lerian girl waiting, wearing her wrist and ankle chains. He put a collar around her neck and attached a leash. With the preteen crawling by his side, he returned to the ballroom.

When he entered he saw that one of the slaves was gone, most likely into the bedroom. The other slave was currently getting ass fucked by the town Mayor. Marduck led the child slave into the room and placed her where the gap between two older slaves had been. He removed the leash, but let the collar stay around her neck.

"You may all use this child slave as you wish, with the same restrictions as for the other two," he told the gathered nobility.

The preteen sex slave immediately received the attention of all the guests. Hands roamed all over her body, feeling her tiny breasts, buttocks, hairless slit and probing all her tight little holes. Marduck knew the girl had never before been fucked by more than one man at the time, but that would most likely change tonight.

Not caring about privacy, three of the guests dragged the child into the middle of the room. The first man lay down on his back on the floor. The other two picked up the twelve-year-old sex slave and impaled her onto the laying man's big cock. As soon as his cock hit the bottom of her tight little hole, the laying man pulled her down onto his body and held her tight.

The second of the three men kneeled down in front of the girls head. He grabbed her hair with one hand and guided his cock into her moth with the other. As the kneeling man built up a steady rhythm of face-fucking, the third positioned himself at the child's ass. Fortunately for the little girl, the man had used olive oil to lubricate his cock. He grabbed her hips and shoved his stiff, hard cock deep inside her ass with a single thrust.

Watching the three men fuck the chained little twelve-year-old sex slave in all her holes at the same time was arousing to Marduck, to say the least. But again he decided to stick with his plan. Instead he walked over to his two special guests.

"I'm sure both of you are wondering why I invited you to this party," Marduck said with a smile.

"I can't deny that we are rather curious as to the reason," the oldest of them replied.

"Follow me and I will explain on the way," Marduck said.

He began walking towards the stairs to the upper floor. After looking at each other the two guests followed him. Marduck led them towards his wife's room and as they reached the door he turned and faced them.

"This is my wife's room," he said with a mean smile. "She is still chained and gagged from the horse show and secured to the bed. Since I was the one who married her, I thought it just fair to let the two of you have a taste of what you missed."

"You mean we can fuck her?" the younger of the two men asked.

"She's yours for the entire night," Marduck replied. "You can do anything you want with her, as long as you keep her in the chains the entire time and don't kill her."

Mean smiles spread across both the men's faces when they heard his words.

"You will find a large assortment of whips and other toys in the large cupboard by the window wall," Marduck said, and opened the door. "Have fun and I will see you tomorrow morning."

The two men walked into the room and Marduck looked at his wife. When she saw the men she immediately recognized them, she understood what was about to happen and her eyes were wide with fear. With a satisfied smile, Marduck closed the door and returned to the ballroom.

The twelve-year-old slave was still getting fucked in all her holes at the same time, but now by three other of the quests. Apparently they had made some kind of queue, as soon as one man came another immediately took his place.

Marduck sat down in one of the couches and sipped some wine. He noticed that two of his guests and one of the older slave girls were not in the room. He rose and walked to the door to the small bedroom. Putting his ear to the door he could hear the sounds from a thorough whipping and muffled screams of pain. He knocked on the door and opened it.

The slave girl was tied spread eagle, face down on the bed. One of the guests sat by her head and was forcing his large cock down her throat, while the other man stood beside the bed and whipped her back and ass.

"Sorry to disturb, gentlemen," Marduck said. "I'm just checking that you have everything you need."

"Thank you, Lord Marduck," the man with the whip answered. "We are just fine."

"In case you haven't noticed, there is also a twelve-year-old slave available in the ballroom."

"We know," the man in the bed said. "But we both prefer them a little older, and this slut is just perfect."

"I will leave you to your fun then," Marduck said with a smile. "Just make sure she is still able to perform her duties tomorrow."

"As you say Lord Marduck," the man with the whip said and resumed thrashing the slave girl's backside.

He returned to the couch and poured himself some more wine. The little child sex slave was still getting complete attention. Marduck leaned back and enjoyed the show. Watching the little twelve-year-old sex slave getting continuously raped in all her holes was making him horny as hell. He had to use all his self-control not to participate in the cruel raping. But he refrained, saving his lust for the next day's afternoon.

The party continued until several hours past midnight. The two guests that preferred the older slaves had made sure both the servant slaves received the same treatment. And the little twelve-year-old was literally raped senseless. She had to be carried away by the old Lerian slave.

When all his guests were finally sleeping, Marduck headed toward his own bedroom. He stopped outside his wife's room and listened. From the sounds emitting through the thick door, her two former suitors were still going strong. He smiled and went to bed.

In the morning Marduck first made sure the other guests were being served breakfast, then he headed to his wife's bedroom. He found the teenager and her two 'lovers' still asleep. The two men had not treated her lightly. Her entire body was covered with whip and cane marks. Marduck placed the bowl with the girl's food on the bedside table and carefully awoke the two men.

"Good morning gentlemen," he said. "There is breakfast awaiting you in the dining room downstairs."

As the two men began putting their clothes on, Marduck took a closer look at his teenage wife. If left untreated, several of the whip and cane marks would most likely make permanent scars.

"It seems you had some serious fun during the night," he said with a mean smile.

"I must say I really enjoyed spending the night with your wife, Lord Marduck," the older of them said with a sadistic grin.

Marduck just smiled and led them downstairs to the dining room. It took until noon before the last of the guests had left. After seeing the last guest off, Marduck went to the kitchen and told the chef to prepare a meal that he could take with him. Then he told the old Lerian man to prepare the two seven-year-old Noranian sex slaves.

Chapter 7

It was about two hours after noon when Marduck walked out of the main building wearing his black riding clothes. In the yard, Fury was saddled and ready and Sawtooth was sitting beside the black stallion. Behind the horse the two little black child sex slaves was waiting.

Both the girls were completely naked except a pair of thick soled leather shoes. They wore steel wrist and ankle shackles with connecting chains. The ankle chains were long enough to let them walk unhindered, but they prevented any form of running. Finally the girls had broad steel collars that were attached to Fury's saddle with thick ropes.

The old Lerian man just finished putting the prepared meal into the saddlebags when Marduck came out. The stable slave handed his Master the reins and returned to the stable.

"The food is in the left side bag and the other items are packed in the right," the old man said.

"Good," Marduck replied. "I will not be home until late, so have the chef make something I can eat cold when we return."

"As you wish My Lord."

"There is one more thing I want you to do while I'm away," Marduck told the old man. "I'm going to buy the chef a personal sex slave, and I need you to find out his exact preferences, without him understanding why."

"I will have the information when you return, My Lord."

"Good."

Marduck put his foot in the stirrups and smoothly swung himself into the saddle. He turned his head and looked at the two seven-year-old slaves standing behind him.

"I will not ride fast, but you better not fall," he told them. "If you fall, get up quick or you will be dragged along because I will not stop to help you."

He lightly tapped the horse with his heels and Fury began moving. The pace was not fast for a horse, but it forced the two child slave's to walk rather fast. Marduck directed Fury toward the woods behind his estate.

When they entered the woods it took him a few minutes to locate the correct trail. After finding it, Marduck stopped and released Sawtooth's chain.

"Search the trail all the way to the clearing," he told the huge tiger. "If you find anything, come straight back. Don't do anything by yourself."

The tiger looked at his Master and nodded his head; then he set off down the trail with an incredible speed. It only took a few seconds before the cat was completely out of sight in the thick forest. Marduck turned his head and looked at his two little seven-year-old sex slaves.

"You have nothing to fear from Sawtooth, unless you try to escape," he said. "He will protect both me and you from any threats."

His words clearly made the two girls a little more secure. They had both been rather scared about the huge tiger. Marduck again tapped his heels into Fury's sides and began slowly riding down the trail.

After about two hours they arrived at the clearing. It was a rather large clearing, and a small stream ran through the middle of it, crossing the trail. Where the trail met the stream, Sawtooth was sitting and waiting. The remains of a forest rabbit lay beside the tiger and a few trails of blood were visible around his mouth. Marduck rode up to him and stopped.

"I see you found yourself a little snack," he said. "You know your duty, Sawtooth. Clear away those remains and get to it."

The tiger took the remains in his mouth and headed into the woods again. Marduck dismounted and looked at the two little girls again.

"Sawtooth will now patrol around this clearing, making sure we are not disturbed or threatened," he said. "That also means he will hunt down anyone of you trying to escape."

He released the ropes from the child slaves' collars and began removing the saddle from Fury. When the horse was freed, he was left to walk around by himself. Marduck grabbed the ropes and began leading his two sex slaves towards the edge of the clearing. He had used this clearing before, and there was a fireplace already prepared.

He dropped the saddlebags beside the fire place and then began removing the shackles, collars, and shoes from the two seven-year-olds. When they were again completely naked, he ordered them to their hands and knees. Marduck opened one of the saddlebags and picked up a several long leather straps.

With the straps in his hands, he walked over to a tree and signaled the two child slaves to crawl beside him. At the tree he told one of the girls to stand up. Marduck placed her with her back against the tree. Then he tied a strap to each of her wrists and walked behind the tree. Using the two straps he pulled the child's arms backwards around the tree and stretched them until he heard her whimper. Then he did the same with her ankles.

The result was amazing. The little seven-year-old black girl was stretched into a position that would make her fall forward if her arms were not tied around the tree. Her small, slim legs were pulled so far apart that her hairless little pussy was completely exposed. The skin on her torso was stretched taught and exposed her flat little chest perfectly.

Marduck admired the view of the tightly bound little child slave for a minute, then he turned his attention to the second of the twins. Using more of the leather straps he tied the girl to another tree in the same way as her sister. He now had two identical little black girls tied in identical positions beside each other.

He returned to the saddlebags and picked up a jar. The jar contained the same mixture that he had used when the girls were branded. With soft, gentle hands he carefully massaged the mixture into the girl's skin. The result made the child's skin shine in the sunlight. Then he returned to the bag and picked up a nasty leather whip and a new, thicker leather strap.

Marduck hung the whip from his belt and walked up to his tightly bound little sex slaves. Since the girl on his left was the one who had gotten it rough during the branding, he decided she would get it light today. But the little slut on his right was in for a really rough evening.

He stood in front of the left girl and looked her into the eyes. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed her, slowly pushing his tongue into her mouth. While kissing her, he began caressing her flat, stretched chest, softly pinching her nipples. When the child began moaning and returning his kiss, he slid his left hand down towards her hairless, exposed little slit.

Marduck cupped his hand over the seven-year-old slave's mound and rubbed it softly. The child moaned loudly into his mouth and her breathing was getting heavier. He let his long finger slide into her slit and rubbed it against the opening to her tiny love canal.

When the little slave was moaning loud enough, he slowly inserted his finger into her preteen pussy. The seven-year-old gasped and her moans became even louder. He gently finger fucked her for several minutes, at the same time pinching her nipples and kissing her deeply.

After a little while he felt the child's juices beginning to flow. He stopped kissing her and moved his mouth downwards, nibbling her tiny nipples on the way. Kneeling down, he placed his mouth against her immature little pussy. Using his thumbs, he spread her love lips apart and inserted his tongue into her wet hole. The little black child gasped as his tongue penetrated her love canal.

Using all his skill, Marduck licked the little seven-year-old slave's pussy. He alternated between her hole and her tiny clit, keeping her love lips spread wide with his thumbs. It took him almost half an hour, but finally he made her cum for the first time in her short life. He eagerly licked her juices until the orgasm subsided. Then he stood up admired his tied little sex slave.

The girl hung limp in her bonds, covered in sweat and breathing heavy. With a mean smile, Marduck returned to the saddlebags and picked up a second jar, this one containing olive oil. With the jar he returned to the bound preteen slaves. He now turned his attention the child on his right.

Marduck picked up the thicker lather strap and pushed it into the child's mouth. Then he pulled it around the tree and tied it tight. This made the girls head press against the tree and also worked as a rather effective gag. He let his hands roam across her stretched chest and began pinching her nipples.

"Your sister has had her fun, now it's time for yours," he said with a mean grin.

Without warning he pinched her nipples hard and twisted them almost a full circle. The resulting pain caused the black little seven-year-old to scream into her gag. Still smiling, Marduck pinched and twisted harder and harder, causing louder and louder screams from the bound preteen. After several minutes of cruel torture, Marduck finally let go of the girls now sore nipples. Tears were streaming down the child slave's face as he stepped back.

"Just so you know my little sex slave, I'm just getting started," he said and took the nasty leather whip from his belt.

He raised his arm and brought down the whip straight across her chest. THWACK!

The blow hit both nipples and the child shrieked at the top of her lungs. Aroused by her screams, Marduck again raised his arm.

SMACK, THWACK, WHACK, SMACK…..

Blow after blow rained down onto the preteen's stretched chest and stomach. Marduck didn't stop brutally whipping until the seven-year-old's entire chest and tummy was covered with nasty red marks. The poor little preteen sex slave could no longer scream, but a flood of tears streamed down her face.

Marduck picked up the olive oil jar and poured some of it onto the handle of the whip. Then he squatted down and placed the whip handle against the bound, crying little girl's anus. With a hard push, he shoved the handle deep inside the child's ass. The pain caused the girl to scream, although her throat was totally sore. He grabbed her head and looked her into the eyes.

"If you let the whip fall out, I will whip you again," he said with a stern voice. "But then I will whip you twice as hard and twice as much."

Then he stepped back and began removing his clothes. When he was naked he poured some of the olive oil onto his rock hard cock. He was so hard it almost hurt. He squatted down in front of the little child slave and pressed his huge cock against her tiny hairless little pussy. Taking a firm hard grip around her hips, he thrust his raging manhood deep inside her immature love hole. Again the seven-year-old screamed from the pain.

Marduck was horny as hell and began viciously fucking the tightly bound little sex slave. He pumped his cock in and out hard and fast, hitting the bottom of her hole with each stroke. Since he had not come in over a week, it didn't take long before he could no longer hold back. With a loud groan, he pushed his cock as deep as it could go and filled the preteen's pussy with his cum.

He kept his cock buried inside the child until it became limp. Then he stepped away and admired his work. The child's entire torso was crisscrossed with marks from the whip and blood-stained cum dripped from her ravaged pussy.

Marduck left the two children tied to the trees and sat down by the fireplace. With an experienced hand, he quickly got a fire going. From the saddle bags he picked up some food and began eating. While he eating, he looked at his bound child sex slaves, deciding what next to do with them. When he had finished eating, he picked up a water sack and let both the girls drink.

He then released the left girl from her bonds and made her crawl beside him back to the fireplace. There he put a large blanket on the ground and lay down on his back. He signaled the girl to kneel beside him.

"You will now use your hands, mouth and pussy to give me pleasure," he said. "Do it good and you will be rewarded; do it badly and you will be whipped in the same way as your sister."

The little black seven-year-old immediately placed her hands on his still soft cock and began masturbating it.

"It's not only my cock that can make me feel pleasure," Marduck told the preteen slave. "Remember what I did to you at the tree."

The child seemed to think for a moment; then she leaned down and placed her lips against Marduck's. He waited until he felt her little tongue probing his lips; then he returned her kiss. The child sex slave was obviously a quick learner; during the kissing she continued to masturbate his cock. Just to test her, Marduck used all his self-control to try and keep his cock limp for as long as possible.

When the little girl noticed that his cock didn't get hard, she stopped the kissing and moved her mouth to his nipples. Carefully she sucked and licked his hardening nipples, at the same time continuing to masturbate his cock with her hands. This took effect and Marduck could no longer keep his manhood limp through pure will.

The seven-year-old black sex slave continued to suck her Master's nipples and rub his cock until it was again rock-hard. Then she moved her head to his crotch and began gently licking his large shaft. After a few minutes, she put her lips to the tip and began pushing the large cock into her small mouth.

As the preteen's mouth closed around his cock, Marduck moaned. Excited to finally hear a response from her Master, the child began moving her tongue around the cock head. She had seen the whipping her sister received, and she didn't want it happening to herself. This was only the second time in her life she had a cock in her mouth, but she did everything she could think of to try and make her Master feel pleasure.

Marduck really enjoyed the child slave's efforts. She was still inexperienced but she was certainly trying her best. But he didn't want to come in her mouth. He had told her she could use her hand, mouth, and pussy to please him, and he wanted her to use all three. Using his self-control he managed to hold back.

After several minutes of sucking, the child realized that she would have to put the large cock inside her tiny hole to make her Master cum. She stopped sucking him and straddled his waist, carefully guiding his cock towards her hairless slit. Marduck saw that his plan worked. When the child straddled him, he held up the olive oil bottle.

"Use this, it will make it easier," he said.

The preteen girl took the oil and poured a large amount onto his cock. Then she placed the large adult cock against her tiny immature hole and began slowly lowering herself. Carefully she impaled herself on her Master's huge manhood. The pain from her stretched pussy made her gasp and groan, but she relentlessly pushed it deeper. She tried to put the pain out of her head; she knew the whipping would hurt even more if she failed.

It took her several minutes, but finally the little seven-year-old had filled her tiny pussy with her Master's cock. Slowly she began riding him, trying to cause herself as little pain as possible. After a few minutes she noticed that the pain subsided and it became easier and easier to ride him.

Marduck had placed his hands behind his head and was utterly enjoying his slave's treatment. He noticed when her pain began to subside; her riding motions began to increase. He loved the fact that the little black child was riding him practically by her own will. When he was done with their training, both the twins were going to give themselves to him freely every night, knowing what punishment awaited them if they failed to please him.

The child slave continued to ride him faster and faster. Her stretched little pussy didn't hurt as much now. It still didn't feel good but at least it didn't hurt. Due to Marduck's self-control, the little preteen had to ride him for almost fifteen minutes before he began moaning loudly. The child felt her Master's cock grow even bigger inside her and she pushed herself down, pressing it as deep into her hairless pussy as it could go.

When the little sex slave pushed his cock to the bottom of her hole, Marduck crossed the edge and filled her womb with his warm, sticky semen. She stayed on him until his cock had stopped throbbing. Then she moved off and by her own initiative she took his softening manhood into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean.

Marduck was extremely pleased by her initiative and decided to reward her later. But now it was time to tend to the other sister. He picked up a few of the leather straps and tied the first girl into a tight hogtie on the blanket. Then he walked toward the tree with the second slave.

Roughly he roamed his hands over her chest and stomach, feeling the marks from the whipping. Then he released her straps, only to immediately re-tie her to the tree, this time with her face towards the tree. Again he pulled the straps really tight, stretching and exposing her backside. The child's back and butt were perfectly displayed for whipping.

He pulled the whip from the preteen's ass and cleaned it on her long hair. The he pulled the hair to her front so it would not get in the way. In this position he could not gag her in the same way as before, so instead he tied the thicker strap around her neck and then around the tree, securing her head pressed against the tree. Then he rubbed more of the special mixture into her skin until it shined.

"Time to give your back and cute butt a little treatment, sex slave," Marduck said with a sadistic smile.

He positioned himself and raised his arm. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK…..

Multiple blows landed from the poor preteen's shoulders down to her thighs. The seven-year-old screamed at the top of her lungs as the cruel blows thrashed her young body. Marduck didn't bother counting the blows and didn't stop until the child's entire backside was as crisscrossed as her front.

When he was satisfied, Marduck stepped back and admired the result. Nasty red marks covered the little girls back, butt, and thighs from the top of her shoulders down to her knees. Then he noticed the child was trying to say something. He leaned down towards her face.

"T… Thank you… for… whipping me…, Master," the little black girl said sobbing.

This actually stunned Marduck a little. He knew the two servant slaves had been ordered to inform the new slaves of proper behavior, but this was a little more than he had expected so soon. He turned his head and looked at the twin lying hogtied on the blanket. That must have been how that girl had known to suck and lick him clean after the fucking.

"Since you knew how to thank me properly, I will not rape your ass as I had planned." he told the tied, crying little seven-year-old. "Instead I will actually give you a reward."

He hung the whip on his belt and walked out into the clearing. There he whistled loud. Within a few seconds, Sawtooth came running into the clearing. Marduck squatted down in front of the large tiger, placing his face at the same height as its head.

"Have you found any nettles out there, my friend?" he whispered to the cat.

The tiger actually smiled and nodded its head. Marduck smiled back, put some of his clothes back on, and grabbed a second blanket.

"Show me where," he told the tiger.

Sawtooth walked back into the woods, followed by his Master. About twenty yards in, they came across a large patch of nettles. Marduck filled the blanket with nettles and covered it up. Then he returned to the clearing while Sawtooth resumed his patrolling.

Back in the clearing, Marduck fixed five large stakes and hammered them into the ground in the middle of the clearing. Then he placed the blanket with the nettles between the stakes, making sure they where in a large pile in the middle of the blanket. From the saddlebags, he got a piece of cloth and a leather gag. First he used the gag to silence the girl hogtied by the fireplace, then he walked to the second twin still tied to the tree.

He used the cloth to blindfold the child; then he released the straps tying her to the tree. With the thicker strap still tied around her neck, he used it as a leash and had her crawl beside him towards the stakes and blanket. When they reached the end of the blanket, he had her stand up with her back against the pile of nestles. Using the leather straps he secured her feet to two of the stakes, spreading them so wide apart that she could barely stand. Then he tied two more straps to her wrists, so he could secure them to the remaining stakes when she was lying down.

Marduck positioned himself behind the black child slave and began lowering her down, pulling her backwards to keep the straps tight. The little seven-year-old had not seen the pile of nettles and had no idea what was coming. When the preteen was about three feet above the pile, he let her drop down.

With a thump the little sex slave landed in the middle of the nettles. Before the child could react, Marduck pulled the strap around her neck tight and tied it to one of the stakes. After the initial shock, the little girl felt the burning pain from the nettles and began thrashing around, screaming like she was being burned alive. Her thrashing made a little difficult for Marduck to finish tying her in place, but finally the preteen was tightly spread-eagled with her back pressed down into the pile of nettles.

Marduck left the girl and walked to the hogtied twin. He quickly removed her bonds and gag and then had her crawl beside him toward the still thrashing and screaming sister.

"I will now give you a chance to make your sister feel pleasure," he told the child slave kneeling at his feet. "Standing on your hands and knees you will lick your sister pussy, at the same time I will fuck you in the ass. You may lick your sister until I cum, so you have until then to make her cum."

The black seven-year-old sex slave immediately put her face against her twin sister's hairless pussy and began licking it. Marduck watched her for a minute; then he got the olive oil and began lubricating his stone hard cock. He knew it would be impossible for the girl to give her sister an orgasm. The pain from the nettles and the whippings was too much to overcome, but he surely enjoyed the show.

When his cock was wet and slippery from the oil, he kneeled down behind his little child slave and placed it against her anus. Since this girl had her 'soft day', he began pushing it in slow and gentle. When the head of his cock was finally inside, he took a firm grip around her hips and began pumping it in and out.

Carefully he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside the black little slave girl's ass. He decided to give the girls a fair chance, and therefore he made it last as long as possible. Since he took his time and did it slow and gentle, he actually managed to get his entire cock inside the little preteen's tight tiny ass.

Amazed he noticed the bound twin was not screaming anymore, instead she was moaning with pleasure. Apparently her sister was doing a good job licking her pussy, even with her ass filed by a huge adult cock. He tried to make it last even longer, just to see if the little child could really make her sister cum, but finally he could not hold back any longer. With a loud groan, he pushed his cock fully inside the little seven-year-olds ass and shot his cum into her bowels.

Again he kept his cock inside until it went soft before pulling out. As he stood up he slapped the girl's butt.

"That's enough," he said with a stern voice.

The child sat up on her knees and turned around to face him.

"Thank you for fucking my ass, Master," she said with her head lowered. "Does my Master want me to clean his cock?"

Damn, the servant slaves had done their job well! These little sluts were really learning fast. Without saying anything, he placed his softening cock at her face and she immediately took it into her mouth. When she was done cleaning his cock, he signaled her to go lay down on the blanket by the fireplace. Then he began releasing the other twin from the stakes.

When the little sex slave was free, he told her to join her sister by the fireplace. He was not worried that they would try to escape; he knew Sawtooth was watching them from the woods. After having cleaned the blanket from nestles, he also returned to the fireplace.

Both the girls were lying on their back on the blanket, about tree feet away from each other. When Marduck approached they both spread their legs, presenting their hairless little pussies to him. He made a mental note that he had to reward the servant slaves for their job with these two sluts some day. Without saying a word, he picked up some of the leather straps and began tying the two seven-year-old black sex slaves.

He tied them both in the same way, left wrist to left ankle, and right wrist to right ankle. Then he sat down beside the fire and just looked at them for several minutes. The contrast was amazing. As identical twins they both looked the same, but one of them had almost her entire body covered in bright red whip marks while the other was completely unscratched.

"You may both use your mouths to give each other pleasure," he told the tied little girls.

He didn't have to tell them twice. The girls quickly maneuvered so they could reach each other's pussy. Marduck leaned back and enjoyed the show. From the looks of it, the servant slaves had not just taught the girls how to behave and talk properly. Judging from the way these two seven-year-olds were going at it, they must have been given lessons in pussy-licking.

Marduck let the two preteen twin sisters lick each other for almost an hour. By then his cock was again raging hard and demanding attention. He ordered the girls to sit on their knees beside each other. Then he put his cock to their faces and let them take turns sucking him.

After almost half an hour of cocksucking, Marduck ordered the child slaves to lie down again. He positioned them so they were one on each side of him, lying with their heads against the others shoulder. That placed both their cute little faces right beneath his throbbing cock.

With fast strokes he began masturbating his cock over the black little girl's faces. When the two seven-year-olds noticed that their Master was about to cum, they both opened their mouths wide. The sight of his two child sex slaves with mouths open, eagerly waiting to receive his sperm made him cross the edge. Long, thick strands of cum landed across the little girls' faces and into their open mouths.

When his orgasm subsided, Marduck backed away and waited to see what the little slaves would do. Without being ordered, they both sat up and cleaned his cock with their mouths; then they licked each other's face clean. Marduck decided he had to have a serious talk with the servant slaves to find out just how much they had taught the back twins.

"Both of you may crawl to the stream and wash up; then you are allowed to walk back here," Marduck told the two preteen sex slaves.

As the two twins crawled toward the stream, Marduck began packing up. By the time the two seven-year-olds returned, he was done. He held their shackles and collars in his hands and they obediently presented their wrists. When he had shackled them both he began saddling Fury. Then he secured the ropes from the child slaves' collars to the saddle and mounted.

During the entire return trip, the girls didn't see a single trace of the large tiger. That is, until they reached the edge of the forest. At the end of the trail Sawtooth was sitting, awaiting them. Marduck fastened the chain to the tiger's collar and then they continued towards the estate.

When they entered through the back gate, the stable slave came running to meet them. The old Lerian was not far behind. Marduck let the stable slave take care of Fury, and told the Lerian to take the child slaves to their cells. He led Sawtooth to his enclosure himself. As they reached the enclosure, he removed the collar and scratched the tiger under the chin.

"You did really good today my friend," he said in a soft voice. "Soon you will have your own reward, and revenge. It won't take much longer now, we are almost there."

The large tiger purred and showed a large grin filled with razor sharp teeth. Marduck gave the tiger a tight hug and then headed toward to main building. It was time to have a serious talk with his two servant slaves.

Chapter 8

Marduck told the old Lerian to send the two servant slaves to his office. As he sat behind his large desk waiting for the slaves to arrive, his thoughts drifted away, thinking about Sawtooth. About six months after he had 'acquired' Fury, Marduck had been to a work slave market, looking for a slave to handle the garden at his estate. He had a strict policy that he had never yet broken, never to buy any Doranian slaves. But this day turned out to be a very special occasion.

On the auction block was a middle-aged Doranian male that he actually recognized. It was the same man that he had lived with for several years before he set his plan in motion. Apparently the man had been re-captured and was now again a slave for sale. Feeling a bit sorry for the man, Marduck tried to figure out a way to help the man. Fortunately for the man, he was among the last in the line. When it was finally his time to be sold, Marduck had figured out what to do. Since the man was rather old, there were not many bidders, and Marduck purchased him rather cheap.

Marduck had waited until late that night before he visited the man in private. First he carefully questioned him about how he had been re-captured. To his own pain, Marduck learned that the man had been taken while out looking for him. And worst of all, the sponsor of the raid was the same person Marduck was after for his revenge. That's when he made the final decision.

During the early hours he told the man his and Fury's secret, and offered him a part in the plan. The man was first completely shocked by Marduck's true identity, but after only a few minutes of thought he agreed to the offer. Two days later, the new garden slave had 'escaped' and Marduck 'purchased' a large tiger named Sawtooth to prevent any future escapes.

His thoughts were broken by a soft knock on the door. The servant slaves had arrived.

"Enter," he said in a stern voice.

The two twenty-year-old Noranian slave girls silently entered the room and kneeled down in front of their Master and owner. It was obvious that they were very nervous, not knowing why they had been summoned to his office. Just for the fun of it, Marduck let them wait for almost five minutes before he spoke.

"I made a rather surprising discovery today while enjoying myself with my newest slaves," he said, keeping a stern tone in his voice. "Apparently they have been taught a bit more than just how to properly address their Master and owner."

Both of the slave girls kneeling in front of him remained silent, none of them had been directly ordered to answer. Their obedience to the rules made Marduck smile.

"The two little girls showed a stunning knowledge about how to orally pleasure each other. Since it's your job to teach the new girls about proper behavior, I demand an explanation."

The two servant slaves looked at each other and then one of them looked at Marduck.

"We both apologize if we have done more than allowed in the girls' training, Master," she said with a taint of fear in her voice.

"I want you to tell me EXACTLY what you have taught the little sluts," Marduck said.

"At first we only taught them the proper ways to address you, Master," the slave girl said after taking a deep breath. "And the proper ways to thank you after being used."

The slave girl fell silent and didn't say anything for several minutes.

"Either you tell me what I want to know right now slave, or I will enjoy myself whipping the information from you the entire night," Marduck said with a hard tone.

"After the branding ceremony, we both felt sorry for the little girls," the slave said sobbing in fear. "To try and help them forget the pain we gave them oral pleasure. They both seemed to like it so we continued each night, and also taught them how to do it to each other. But we never forgot to continue their behavior lessons."

By the time she was done, tears streamed down her black face.

"If our Lord and Master decide that punishment needs to be received, then please punish both of us," the second of the slaves said.

The slave girls were brave, they had done more than allowed and were prepared to face the consequences. Marduck smiled as he looked at them. They were both crying and trembling in fear of the punishment they were sure to receive. Marduck leaned back in his chair and let the slave girls wait for several minutes.

"You have both done a lot more than allowed, but I will not punish you for it," Marduck said with a softer tone. "Instead, I will expand what you are allowed."

Both of the young black women looked at him with stunned expressions in their faces.

"What you did was wrong since I had not allowed it. But fortunately for both of you, the result makes up for your error. But let this be the last time you do more than allowed. If it ever happens again you will be severely punished, no matter the reason or result."

The two slaves looked at him with gratitude in their eyes. That was exactly what he had planned. By showing them this sign of mercy, he had ensured their loyalty for a long time.

"Now to what I mean with expanding what's allowed," he continued. "First of all, you will continue the girl's behavior training. Second, you will also continue to train them in the arts of orally pleasuring each other. But from now on you are not allowed to do it with them or them with you; they may only do it with each other, under your guidance. Understood?"

Both the naked, chained black slaves nodded their heads.

"Further more, you will introduce a new element in the child slaves' training. From now on you will also teach them how to properly satisfy a man orally. To do this you will use the wooden cocks from the dungeon, starting with the smallest, and working up to the largest.

When you're done, I want them both to be able to take my manhood deep down their little throats and to keep it there for some time."

He looked at his kneeling servant slaves and they both nodded to show they had understood his orders. Marduck took a deep breath and continued.

"You are NEVER to use the wooden cocks in the two little sluts' pussies or asses. Nothing besides my manhood is ever to be allowed inside the child slaves' lower holes. If I find out that anything has been used to penetrate them in any way, you will both be extremely punished. Believe me when I say that you will probably be whipped to death if it happens."

Marduck stared them both straight into their eyes, and the fear he saw ensured him that his orders would be followed to the mark. Pleased with the 'conversation', he sent them away. A few minutes later the old Lerian appeared at the door, as per his orders. Marduck signaled them man to enter and close the door.

"Have you managed to find out about the chef's preferences, old man?" Marduck asked.

"Yes I have, My Lord," the man answered. "And it did surprise me a little."

"Tell me everything from the start."

"As you wish, My Lord. As you didn't want him to suspect anything, I began with talking about my own little slave. By the way, I do know she is my granddaughter."

The old man's comment made Marduck smile.

"I was wondering how long it would take before you figured that out," he said.

"I recognized her the first time I saw her here, and she recognized me as well," the old man said. "Actually I was pleased to have her, this way I know she isn't too badly abused."

"Continue with the story," Marduck said.

"After a little while I turned the conversation towards what the chef himself preferred. And that's when the surprise came. From what little I have learned about the Bergerian society, sexual acts between men are a severe crime. Apparently, sex between two adult men is considered almost worse than the brutal raping of a child female. Sex between a man and a boy child is always punished by death, for the adult."

"So our chef actually prefers young boys?" Marduck asked.

"Actually he prefers both boys and girls. But in his own land he never had a chance to explore his desire for boys. So when I carefully asked him what he would have preferred if he was in my position, he said that he didn't really know."

"Hmmm… This might get rather interesting," Marduck thought aloud. "Did he say anything about desires toward any other race than his own?"

"Yes he did, My Lord. He said he didn't mind Noranian's. Apparently their black skin is arousing to many. But he also said that he would prefer a 'partner' of his own race."

"Good. Is there anything else?"

"Not concerning the chef, but there is one thing I think might be important," the old man said.

"Speak."

"It's about my granddaughter. She had her first period yesterday."

"And you might be afraid that I will take her away to avoid an unwanted pregnancy?"

"The thought has crossed my mind, My Lord."

"Don't worry, old man," Marduck said. "If she becomes pregnant I will let her have the child. And it will stay here. If it's a boy, he will be placed with the stable slave when old enough."

"And if it's a girl, My Lord?"

"If it's a girl, she will not be sold. If anyone is to have her it will be either me or the stable slave."

The old man was clearly relieved by his words. Yet again a small gesture of mercy that would ensure continued loyalty. Marduck sent the man away and leaned back in his chair. The next weekend was when the Earl was hosting his big party. His last ever party if Marduck's plan worked. He would have to leave no later than midday Thursday if he was to arrive at the Earl's castle Friday night. But before then he had a few things to take care of.

Fortunately there was to be an extra sex slave auction during the Tuesday. He wanted the chef to have his 'reward' before he left for the Earl's party. Just in case anything went wrong, he wanted the man to have at least a few days with his own 'partner'.

Monday passed uneventfully. Marduck didn't want to use his new sex slaves until they had time to absorb at least some of the new training. He actually decided to let them wait until he returned from the Earl's party, if he returned. Midday Tuesday he had Fury saddled and rode to the town for the slave auction. The extra auction was being held to let the upcoming brothel have a chance of purchasing 'materials'.

As soon as Marduck had sat down in the chair on his podium, the auction started. There were quite a large number of slaves for sale, and Marduck wondered a little where the auctioneer had found them all with such a short notice. About halfway through the auction he saw what he was looking for.

It was a very cute, blond haired little Bergerian boy, about eight or nine years old. Even though Marduck himself had never tried a boy he did find the child kind of arousing. Maybe he would try a boy for the first time at the Earl's party. Apparently he was not the only one finding the little boy to his liking. The bidding became rather intense and Marduck ended up paying a lot more than he had planned. But he considered it worth the price, for the chef would be even more grateful when he found out how much the boy had cost his Master.

When he inspected his newest slave, Marduck learned that the boy was eight and a half, a complete virgin and captured no more than a month ago. He made arrangements to have the boy delivered at his estate during the evening. Then he went to talk with the man opening the brothel.

"I see you managed to make quite a large number of purchases," Marduck said.

"Actually I managed to buy more than I had hoped for, Lord Marduck," the man replied.

"Then you should be able to open your establishment soon."

"If the re-building goes as planned, we will have an opening party Wednesday night next week."

"And will I receive an invitation to the party?"

"Of course, Lord Marduck. Your invitation will be the first one sent."

"I'm looking forward to it." Marduck said with a smile and walked away.

When he arrived home, Marduck informed the old Lerian of his purchase and told him to hide the new slave when it arrived. Then he went to his private library. After making sure the door was locked, he opened the hidden compartment where he kept his secret documents. It was time to make some final arrangements.

After about three hours of work, Marduck was done and ready. As soon as these letters were sent, there was no turning back. Either everything would work as he had planned it, or he would no longer be alive come Monday morning. He let out a deep sigh, sealed the envelopes, and placed them in a courier satchel. The same people that were to deliver the slave would also take the satchel. Feeling he had made the right decisions, he leaned back and emptied his head of thoughts.

A short knock on the door alerted him back to reality. He placed the documents in the compartment, closed it, and then opened the door. Outside was the old man.

"The new slave has been delivered, My Lord," the man said. "The men are wondering if you have any satchel for them."

"Tell them to take this to the usual place," Marduck said and handed over the satchel.

"As you wish, My Lord. The chef told me that dinner will be ready in about half an hour."

"Good. Make sure the slave boy is bathed and then have him chained in the chef's room."

The old man nodded his head and walked away. Marduck slowly walked to the dining room and sat down in his seat. Immediately one of the servant slaves appeared to serve him a glass of wine. The dinner was excellent, as usual, and after finishing the main course he called out the chef.

"I'm most pleased with you," he said in the Bergerian language.

"Thank you, My Lord," the chef replied.

"As a token of my gratitude I have decided to give you a present. It will be in your room after you have finished your duties for the day. Just so you know, the gift did cost me quite a bit but I consider it worth it."

"I thank you My Lord," the man answered with his head lowered.

Marduck dismissed him and concentrated on the desert. He was confident that the chef would be completely loyal to him from now on. Having loyal slaves always decreased the risk of escapes and the troubles that always followed.

After finishing his breakfast Wednesday morning he again called out the chef. As soon as he saw the chef, Marduck knew the boy had been worth the price. The look on the man's face was one of utter joy.

"Did you find my present to your liking?" Marduck asked.

"Very much, My Lord," the chef answered. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting me have one night with the boy."

"It will be more than one night. From now on the boy is your own slave. Just know that he might be put to use during parties, but besides that he is entirely yours."

Apparently the chef had believed the boy was only a one night gift. When he heard his Master's words, tears began forming in his eyes.

"Pardon me for asking, My Lord," the chef said with a trembling voice. "A boy that beautiful cannot have been cheap; may I ask how much you paid for him?"

Marduck told him the amount, and an expression of shock spread across the man's face.

"That's how much I appreciate your work, slave," Marduck said. "Now get back to work."

On the outside Marduck kept a stern face, but inside he was smiling. The look on the chef's face was priceless and he knew the man would be loyal until death. And since he had used the man's native language, none of the servant slaves had understood a single word. He had spent lots of time studying his slaves' native languages, knowing it might prove useful.

Chapter 9

Midday Thursday arrived and Marduck was ready to leave. Although the weather had been good the last few weeks and the roads should be in perfect condition, he didn't want to risk leaving later. The trip was long enough and you never know what might happen on the way. Fury was saddled and ready, and Sawtooth was standing beside the massive war stallion. He would travel alone without any guards and therefore Marduck was also wearing his large broadsword. He gave the old Lerian the final instructions for the household and rode away.

As he had expected, the roads were in great condition and he came further than planned before nightfall. After spending the night at a rather shabby road inn, he continued the trip early in the morning. He was making such good time that he actually had time to make a detour, checking out the place where he would meet his secret contacts on Sunday night.

Almost three hours ahead of schedule, Marduck arrived at the Earl's huge castle. The preparations for the party were in full motion. He was greeted at the stables by a guard sergeant and a young male Doranian stable slave. The slave took care of Fury after Marduck told the horse to behave.

"If you follow me Lord Marduck, I will take you to someone who will take care of your tiger," the sergeant said.

"Unless it's against the Earl's rules, I would like to keep him at my side," Marduck said. "He is completely tame and well trained."

"That is no problem Lord Marduck, as long as you keep him in your room during the party."

"Great. Now please show me to my room, as I would like to freshen up a little after the long trip."

"My pleasure, this way please."

To say his accommodation was a room is an understatement. It was more like a small home. He had a separate bedroom, living room and a well equipped bathroom. Two rather beautiful Bergerian slave girls in their mid twenties had been assigned to him. Since they were too old for his sexual taste, Marduck just let them give him a warm bath and wash his clothes. Later he was served a nice dinner in his room and then he went to bed.

Early Saturday morning he was awoken by the two slaves. They gave him another warm bath and served him a light breakfast. The party would begin at midday with a large banquette so Marduck had a few hours to himself. He spent them in the castle's large park area, apparently giving his tiger a walk.

About an hour before the banquette he returned to his room and changed clothes. At the stroke of midday he entered the banquette hall, and was stunned. At least two hundred of the kingdom's nobles were present. He quickly noticed that he was actually one of only a few distant regional Landlords present. Most of the guests were local Landlords, Barons, Counts or Marquises. The host himself was the only Earl present.

It took a while before every one was seated but eventually the banquette was served. Marduck noticed that there were no sex slaves present in the hall, only dressed servant slaves. After the third dish, the Earl rose to make a speech.

"Dear nobles," he said with a booming voice. "I welcome you all to my little weekend party."

His remark on the size of the party caused lots of laughs among the guests.

"As most of you have probably noticed, there are no sex slaves present here. That is intentional. I felt it best if we all could eat in peace first. That way we will have the entire evening and night open for pleasure. There will be food available during the entire party, but this is the only seated meal. Now eat well my friends, I suspect you will need the strength."

The banquette lasted for almost four hours, and Marduck could not eat even a single biscuit more. When the Earl saw that all the guests were done with the food he again rose from his seat.

"I will now explain a few details about the rest of the party. You are allowed to bring slaves to your rooms, but it's preferred if you wait until at least midnight before doing so. All of the new and fresh slaves are in different rooms within the castle, divided by age but of mixed races and genders. In these rooms are alcoves that can be curtained off, and also plainly open beds."

Grender made a short pause, looking at his guests before he continued.

"Those of you that prefer more rough and violent action might want to take a trip to the castle basement. There you will find lots of used slaves of all ages, races, and genders. You will find three fully equipped torture dungeons and also a variety of instruments for lethal games."

The Earl's last statement made Marduck's blood boil. The man was openly inviting the guests to murder slaves for pure lust. It took him a great deal of self-control to keep his face neutral.

"And for those of you with a bit more exotic tastes," the Earl continued. "I suggest a visit to the park. There you will find a large variety of animals, and a large group of slaves trained to serve them in any way imaginable."

Grender paused and looked among the guests, looking for someone.

"There you are, Landlord Marduck," he said when he found who he was looking for. "I know that you have brought your large tiger, is it by any chance trained to use slaves?"

"Unfortunately not Earl Grender, he is trained for combat and defense." Marduck quickly replied.

"Too bad, it would have been nice with a tiger. It is the one of the few animals I don't have in my stable yet."

"I will make sure to train him when I get home Earl Grender, in case I ever receive another invitation to one of your parties."

Marduck's reply made the Earl smile. With his words, the Landlord had practically invited himself to the Earl's next big party.

"Well my friends," Grender continued. "Let the party begin."

Marduck was a little amazed that the Earl had known him by face. With this many guests, he had assumed he was only a name on a list. To his further astonishment, the Earl came straight to him as the guests began leaving the huge tables.

"Welcome to my little party, Landlord," Grender said.

"Thank you Earl Grender," Marduck replied.

"To be honest I must admit that your tiger is the reason I even know your name. I had ordered my guards to keep an eye out for any exotic animal or such among the arriving guests."

"To repay your honesty, I must admit that I was pleasantly surprised when I received your invitation."

"That is due to my invitation system. For each party I have my clerks send invitations to a number of randomly selected nobles around the kingdom."

"And this time I was one of the lucky ones," Marduck said with a smile.

"Yes. But if you intend to keep your promise about training your tiger, you will be moved to the permanent guest list."

"I have all intentions to keep my promise Earl Grender. I will begin his training as soon as I get back home."

"Great. Then we will surely meet again."

As the Earl walked away, Marduck stared at his back with hardly concealed hatred in his eyes. "We will definitely meet again Earl Grender," he thought to himself. "But not in the way you think."

Marduck grabbed a glass of wine and decided to take a look in the park first. As the Earl had stated there was a large number of animals and slaves there, mostly different kinds of canines and equines, but also some more exotic breeds. Most of the slaves were of older age, mid teen and up, but a few looked like preteens. Since this kind of activity wasn't arousing to him, he left the park and headed toward the basement and the torture chambers.

The chambers proved to be even worse than he had feared. Several guests were already brutally torturing slaves. From what Marduck could see, most of the torture was not done as part of a sexual activity. It was done just for the pleasure of inflicting horrible pain on the victims. He finally had enough of the chambers when he saw three men stretching a six-year-old Lerian girl on a rack, just to see how long it would take before her joints dislocated.

The things he saw in the chambers only hardened his hatred for the entire Aragian race. He himself enjoyed whipping and tormenting his child slaves, but that's because it aroused him. The three men torturing the little six-year-old on the rack had not even been aroused. They were doing it just to hurt the child, not for sexual pleasure. Carefully hiding his true feelings, Marduck moved towards the rooms with the new slaves.

As stated by the Earl, the slaves had been divided by ages. Marduck found the room with slaves in the upper preteen range. On his way he saw one room that had infant and toddler slaves, but that was too young for him.

The room he arrived in was apparently the largest. Almost half of the guests were here; and at least a hundred slaves. There were both boys and girls of all races ranging from six-year-olds to twelve-year-olds. Marduck decided that he would go through with his earlier idea and allow himself to try a young boy for the first time.

Slowly sipping a glass of wine, he walked around in the room looking for a suitable subject. After a little while he found the right one. It was a small Lerian boy, about seven or eight years old with a rather feminine look. Marduck had to admit that the yellow-skinned little boy was very cute and arousing.

As per the general custom, all the sex slaves were completely naked besides their chains. Marduck walked up to the boy and grabbed his cheek. He slowly turned the boy's face from side to side and examined him. If the child had not been naked it would have been hard to determine if it was a boy or a girl.

"How old are you, slave?" Marduck asked softly in the Lerian language.

"Eight," the boy answered quietly, surprised that large man examining him knew his language.

"That is not a correct answer, slave," Marduck said with a harder tone in his voice.

"I'm eight years old, Master," the boy quickly replied.

"Good. But you will be punished for your wrong answer later."

The boy lowered his head and began sobbing. Marduck saw that one of the Earl's clerks was approaching him.

"Do you find this subject to your liking, sir?" the clerk asked.

"Yes I do," Marduck replied. "I have actually never had a boy before, but this one is actually arousing."

"Do you want me to tag him for you?" the clerk asked.

"Tag him?" Marduck asked.

"Each guest is allowed to tag one slave each as theirs for the rest of the party," the clerk explained. "All untagged slaves are usable by anyone, but those that are tagged are 'off the market'."

"Then I would like to have this one tagged," Marduck said.

"I apologize for not recognizing you, can you please tell me your name?"

"This is the first time I'm here so there is no need to apologize, I'm Landlord Marduck."

The clerk searched in a large leather pouch at his belt and produced a tag with Marduck's heraldic crest and attached it to the boy's steel collar.

"Now this slave is yours for the rest of the party, no one else is allowed to use him," the clerk said, handed Marduck a leather leash, and walked away.

Marduck looked down at the little boy who was sitting on his knees with his head lowered. Then he noticed that a young local Landlord, no older than twenty, was looking at him. When the man noticed that Marduck had seen him, he approached.

"Greetings Landlord," the man said. "My apologies for intruding, but I could not help but noticing that you speak this inferior subject's language."

"I speak the language of all races," Marduck replied. "I find it convenient when dealing with new acquisitions that have not yet learned to speak properly. And it also helps in discouraging escape plans when the slaves know I speak their language."

"That is true. I have actually never thought about it that way before. I congratulate you on tagging this little cutie; you got him just before me."

"You prefer boys?" Marduck asked.

"I most certainly do," the young man replied. "And I also heard that you have never had a boy before, correct?"

"That is correct."

"Then tonight you will find out what you have been missing out on," the young Landlord said with a smile and walked away.

Marduck attached the leash to the boy's collar and began looking for somewhere to sit down. He noticed that one of the alcoves had just become available, and quickly occupied it. Usually he had no problems using a slave in public. But since this was his first time with a boy, and the large number of people present, he felt like having at least some privacy. He closed the curtains and sat down on the large, soft bed.

"Tell me slave, have you ever been used before?" he asked the eight-year-old boy.

"Only in my mouth, Master," the kneeling child answered.

"How many times have you been used in your mouth?"

"One time tonight and three times earlier, Master."

"So you have never been used in your ass before?"

"No, Master."

Marduck had the boy stand in front of him and began touching his soft, preteen body. The boy slave's chest didn't feel that much different from a little girl's, the same with his butt. The biggest difference was his tiny little cock. Marduck carefully took the small prick between his fingers and began softly masturbating the eight-year-old.

Surprisingly quickly, the little boy's pecker became stiff and hard. Marduck was a little amazed by the size of the now erect child cock. He continued to carefully masturbate the boy and within minutes, the slave was moaning with pleasure. Still rubbing the small cock, he looked around the alcove and saw a chain hanging down from a hook in the roof.

Marduck stood up and attached the boy's wrist shackles to the chain. Then he noticed several more chains in different spots. Within a minute, the boy's ankle shackles were secured to the walls, spreading his legs wide. Marduck adjusted the chain from the roof, making sure the boy was tightly-stretched. Then he again sat down on the bed.

Since he was sitting down, the boy slave's crotch was just in front of his face. He was surprised to see that the little eight-year-old's cock was still hard and stiff. With a soft and gentle touch he began jerking the small cock, and used his other hand to carefully caress the child's tiny balls. Marduck had never before felt any form of sexual arousal toward boys, but this little yellow-skinned cutie was making him horny as hell.

Not knowing why, he decided to try something he just a few hours ago would have considered disgusting. He leaned forward and slowly sucked the boy's stiff little penis into his mouth. As his lips closed around the head of the small cock, the boy gasped and moaned loudly. The boys cock tasted different than a little girl's pussy, but the taste was not unpleasant.

Marduck had never before sucked a cock, but he knew how he himself liked to be sucked. He decided too try and see if he could make the little boy slave cum. Since the child cock was so small, he could easily suck its entire length inside his mouth. He circled the tiny cock head with his tongue, caressed the little ball sack with his left hand, and began squeezing the boy's butt cheeks with his right.

For each passing minute, the eight-year-old boy's moans grew louder and louder. If the child had not been tightly secured with the chains, his squirming would have made it difficult for Marduck to continue. After almost fifteen minutes of relentless cock sucking, the child gasped loudly and began shaking wildly. Since the child was so young his orgasm was dry; and Marduck felt rather thankful for it.

With a smile, Marduck let go of the boy and leaned back on the bed. The little preteen sex slave hang limp in his chains, breathing heavily. He gave the eight-year-old a few minutes to recover while he decided what to do next. When the boy was again breathing normal, he began adjusting the chains. Marduck placed the boy in a kneeling position, with both ankles and knees secured to the walls and his hands secured above his head.

"Now it's your turn to return the favor slave," he told the boy as he sat down on the bed.

Marduck opened his pants and produced his now rock-hard cock. He positioned himself so his cock was directly at the little sex slave's mouth. The preteen boy needed no further instructions; he opened his small mouth and began sucking in the large adult cock. Knowing that a good job would reduce the risk for painful punishments, the child tried to replicate what Marduck had just done to him.

As the boy slave's mouth closed around his throbbing cock, Marduck moaned. The child's small mouth was so warm and tight, and this felt exactly the same as with a little girl. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the bed, enjoying the feeling of having his large cock sucked by a preteen slave.

Within a minute, he noticed what the boy was trying to do, replicating the techniques he had used. The little eight-year-old was apparently a fast learner. For a slave who had only had his mouth used four times before, he was doing a very good job. The fact that Marduck had not had any sex for almost a week; and the child's apparent desire to make a good job made a nice combination.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before Marduck felt his orgasm beginning to build. When he was about to cum, he grabbed the boy's hair and pulled his cock out of the small mouth.

"Keep your mouth open, slave," he grunted.

The preteen boy slave did as ordered and held his mouth wide open. After only a few strokes, Marduck came and shot his warm sticky sperm all over the child's face and into his open mouth. The boy kept perfectly still until the last drops had landed in his mouth, then he closed his lips and swallowed.

"Thank you for using this inferior slave's mouth, Master," the boy said and opened his mouth to show that he had swallowed everything.

Marduck smiled as he inspected the child's mouth. Not only was the eight-year-old a fast learner, he was also very obedient and already well-trained. He decided it was time for the next step. After standing up, he released the boy from the chains and told him to lay face down on the bed. The little yellow-skinned boy quickly did as told.

Taking his time, Marduck secured the boy in a tight spread-eagle. Then he placed a large pillow under the boy's tummy, making the child's small ass stick high up in the air. The pillow also caused the bonds to be even tighter, effectively preventing the preteen from any movement.

When he was done, Marduck stood up and admired the view. The child's ass was perfectly displayed for both spanking and fucking, and he was going to give the little preteen both treatments. He looked around but could not find anything to spank the boy with. After some thought, he concluded that there were no such items because these slaves were not to be tormented. That's what the basement was for. With a sigh, he decided to save the spanking for when he took the boy to his room.

On a small table he saw several bottles, and one of them contained olive oil. He poured a large amount of the oil onto the boy's ass and began rubbing it in. When he was done the little preteen's ass was shining. Then he poured more oil on his fingers and began massaging it into the child's tight little asshole. When he was able to get two of his fingers inside the child, he considered it enough. Using more oil, he lubricated his again rock hard, throbbing cock until it shone like the boy slave's ass.

Marduck positioned himself at the eight-year-old boy's butt and pressed his cock against the still unused boy-pussy. He reached out his right hand and placed it over the boy's mouth, guiding his cock with his left.

"This is going to hurt, slave," he said in a soft voice. "If you relax and let it happen it won't hurt as much, but the more you resist, the more it will hurt."

He could feel that the boy tried to relax his anus and he gave him a minute to get ready. Carefully he began pressing his large cock inside the preteen sex slave's tight asshole. As his cock began penetrating the child, the eight-year-old boy groaned from the pain. When the head of his cock was completely inside the boy, he stopped to let the child get used to it.

"Just relax and it won't hurt as much," he whispered into the boy's ear.

Marduck waited until he felt the boy really relaxing his anus, then he shoved his cock as deep as he could in a single powerful thrust. A little more than half of his large cock penetrated the incredibly tight boy hole in the thrust. The pain from having his virgin hole impaled by the huge adult cock made the little yellow-skinned eight-year-old scream. If Marduck had not held his hand tightly over its mouth, the child's screams would have been deafening.

Again he waited until the boy had settled down. Then he began slowly pumping his cock in and out of the boy's no longer virgin hole. He wanted to know just how deep inside this tight, warm boy-pussy he could cum, so he pushed deeper and deeper with each stroke. Not before long, his balls was slapping against the little preteen boy's tiny ball sack.

Marduck was amazed that he had managed to get his entire cock inside the boy so soon. Most girls his age would have taken a lot longer. As he began increasing the intensity of his ass-fucking, the child's screams finally subsided into loud groans. The little eight-year-old boy's ass was amazingly tight and warm. It only took Marduck a few minutes before he felt a huge orgasm approaching. With a hard push, he buried his cock fully inside the boy-pussy and filled the child with his sperm.

The orgasm left Marduck exhausted, and he almost collapsed on top of the boy. Not wanting to smother the child under his weight, he rolled to the side. It took him several minutes to catch his breath, and by then the little boy had even stopped crying. He looked at the boy's ass to make sure he was not bleeding too much.

"Thank… you… for using this inferior slave's ass, Master," the boy said with a meek voice.

Marduck was surprised at how well trained the little boy was. The child sex slave had just been painfully raped in the ass for the first time, but still remembered to thank its Master for it.

"Since you have shown such good manners, I will not punish you for your little fault earlier," he told the boy.

A large smile spread across his face when he saw the boy sigh in relief. He was seriously beginning to consider if he could buy him from the Earl. That would complicate his plan slightly but, if properly arranged, it wouldn't be a problem. He let the boy stay in his bonds until his sore ass had stopped bleeding.

When they little boy slave had recovered, Marduck released him from the spread-eagle and had him kneel beside the bed. Then he put his fingers to the boy's mouth and told him to lick them. When his fingers were wet, he began cleaning away the now dry sperm left in the child's face. After each stroke, the eight-year-old had to lick the fingers clean, and swallow. Marduck made sure the cleaning took some time and that all the dried semen was removed.

When the cleaning was done, he applied the appropriate chains to the child slave's wrist and ankle shackles. He made the boy stand on all fours, attached the leash to the collar and led the preteen slave back out into the large room.

In the large room the party had really picked up the pace. Every single bed in the room was occupied by guests using slaves in every possible way and combination. It took Marduck almost five minutes to find an empty chair where he could sit down.

Seeing all the things happening in the room was quickly making him aroused again. As he looked around, he noticed the young Landlord that had talked to him earlier. He waited until the young man noticed him, then he signaled him over. As he came over, the young Landlord looked at the boy slave sitting at Marduck's feet and smiled.

"I see that you have made use of the slave," he said smiling. "Did you find it to you liking?"

"A lot more than I had thought, I must admit," Marduck replied.

"I suspected you would. Young boys are usually much tighter than girls the same age."

"If you're interested, we can give this little slave a double working right here," Marduck said with a smile.

The huge smile spreading across the young Landlord's face was answer enough for Marduck. As the young man went to get a bottle of lubricant, Marduck positioned the little eight-year-old boy slave so it could suck him while getting fucked doggy style. He placed his feet on the chain between the slave's wrist shackles and opened his pants. His cock was already hard and erect.

Marduck waited until the young man returned. As the man began lubricating his stiff cock, he grabbed the yellow-skinned child slave's head and forced his cock inside its mouth. This time he wasn't going to let the boy do any work, this time he intended to literally rape his small little mouth. He noticed that the young man only lubricated his cock and not the child's ass, but since he was smaller than Marduck and then boy had just been used it would make no difference.

The young Landlord wasted no time being gentle; he grabbed the preteen's hips and showed his cock to the bottom in a single thrust. Marduck felt the child groan against his cock, but he didn't care. It was obvious that the young man really wanted to use this little slave boy. The viciousness in his assault on the eight-year-old's ass was clear evidence of his lust. He was ramming his cock so hard into the child that the little boy's head was pressed tightly against Marduck's crotch.

Since Marduck had already cum twice in a short time, it took awhile before he felt another orgasm arriving. Apparently the young man had also already cum several times. As his cum began flowing through his shaft, Marduck pushed his cock deep down the little boy slave's throat. He kept it inside until the last drop of sperm had left his balls and flowed down the boy's throat. As he pulled out, the child gasped for air and coughed, but he didn't throw up. Just a few seconds later, the young Landlord let out a loud moan and filled the eight-year-old's bowels with his semen.

"Thank you for using this inferior slave's ass and mouth, Masters," the boy slave said after the young man had pulled his cock from its ravaged asshole.

"Turn around and clean the cock of the Master that fucked you, slave," Marduck ordered in a stern voice and removed his feet from the chain.

The slave quickly spun around to begin sucking and licking the young man's cock clean. When the preteen boy was done, Marduck told him to kneel beside the chair. Marduck carefully arranged his pants and then looked at the young Landlord with a smile.

"I seriously thank you for letting me fuck your tagged slave," the young man said.

"The pleasure was all mine," Marduck replied. "After all, I did tag him just before you."

"If you ever need a favor done around these parts, don't hesitate to ask me."

Marduck could see in the man's eyes that he actually meant every word he said. Inside Marduck smiled as he watched him walk away. A kind of ally in these parts could always prove useful, and he had gained this young man's trust with a simple, but effective gesture.

Since he had tagged the boy slave, he could keep him until midday Sunday. Marduck waited until it was almost an hour past midnight before he brought the preteen boy slave to his private room. There he tied the boy to the bed and used the belt from his travel clothes to give the child sex slave a good, hard spanking. When the little slave's ass was shining red, he fucked him again. Then he tied the boy into a tight hogtie beside him and went to sleep.

Chapter 10

He was awakened by the two older slave girls about three hours before midday. Not giving the women even a glance, Marduck mouth-fucked the hogtied boy before letting them give him the morning bath. After the bath, he released the child from the hogtie and attached the chains and leash. With the boy walking beside him, he went looking for a high ranking clerk. He found one in the main banquette hall where many of the guests were eating breakfast.

"Pardon me, but I have a question," Marduck told the clerk.

"There is absolutely no need to apologize, Landlord," the clerk replied. "Please go ahead and ask."

"I tagged this slave boy last night, and I must say it has really satisfied me."

"And now you want to ask if it's possible for you to buy him?" the clerk asked with a smile.

"Am I that obvious?" Marduck replied.

"Actually not, Lord Marduck, it's just that I'm used to the question. It's rather common that guests want to buy the ones they have tagged."

"Is it possible?"

"Yes it is, if the Earl personally agrees. I will go and inform him of your request right away myself."

As the clerk walked away, Marduck sat down at one of the tables to eat some breakfast. He noticed that several of the other guests had their tagged slaves with them at the table. Further he saw that some guests were throwing bits of food on the floor for the slaves to eat. He didn't want to stick out, so he tossed a few pieces of food on the floor for his little eight-year-old boy to eat.

Marduck had just finished his food when he saw Earl Grender and the clerk approach him. He immediately rose from his chair and bowed before the higher-ranked noble.

"There is no need to bow when you're a guest at my party, Landlord Marduck," the Earl said. "I hope you enjoyed the party and had a pleasant night."

"My entire stay here has been marvelous, Earl Grender," Marduck replied.

"Great. My clerk here told me that you are interested in buying the young boy slave you tagged."

"Yes I am. It is actually the first boy I have used, and I must admit that the slave pleased me more than expected."

"Since that slave is one of my newest, and it has been put through some rather intense training, I would normally not agree to sell it. But in this case I will make an exception."

Marduck could not stop himself from making a relieved expression. The Earl saw it and a big smile spread across Grender's face.

"How much do you want for the slave?" Marduck asked.

"If you promise me here and now, that you will hold true your word of training your tiger to use slaves before my next big party, I will give him to you as a gift."

"I have all the intention in the world to hold true to my words, Earl Grender. I intend to begin training Sawtooth, that's his name, as soon as I get home."

"Then the boy slave is yours as a gift." Grender said with a huge smile. "You can make the necessary arrangements with my clerk here."

Marduck waited until the Earl had left the room before he turned to the clerk.

"Unfortunately, you cannot take the slave with you directly when you leave today, Lord Marduck," the clerk said. "There is some paperwork that has to be done first. But since the slave is a personal gift from the Earl himself, we will deliver it to your home free of charge."

"Just tell me what documents to sign," Marduck said with a smile.

"I will make sure they are ready before you leave. But now I must take the slave away so we can begin the preparations for its transport."

Marduck gestured towards the preteen and the clerk took the leash and led the little eight-year-old slave boy away. The remaining hours until midday passed uneventfully. Just as he was done putting on his travel clothes, Marduck heard a knock on the door to his room. It was one of the clerks with the documents he needed to sign. Being careful as always; he read all the papers thoroughly before signing them. They were the usual slave owner documents.

Out in the castle yard, Fury had already been saddled and was waiting for him and Sawtooth. Marduck mounted his big war stallion and left the castle without any apparent hurry. Inside he was boiling with emotions. A lot had happened this weekend, and it was still far from over.

He had discovered a never-before-present lust for young boys, or at least one specific young boy slave. And he had also gained a local Landlord's trust, through the use of that same slave boy. Further more he had earned a kind of trust from the Earl, and that could prove to be crucial to his survival.

As soon as the castle was out of sight, he put Fury into a fast but effective gallop. He wanted to be at the meeting place well ahead of time. His meeting with the secret contacts was scheduled for midnight, but he wanted to makes sure none of them arrived ahead of time to set up any form of trap. He arrived at the hidden clearing in the woods almost four hours ahead of time.

A careful search revealed that he was the first to arrive. Then he hid Fury deeper inside the forest, and began preparing for the next step. He put a yet unused set of clothes on the ground and stripped naked. Then he transformed back into his true Doranian form. One side-effect of shape-shifting was that he always had to go through his true form when changing. Then he transformed into the form of an Aragian ship's captain that he had meet a few years ago. He had trained in this form several times, so he was well used to it. He put on the clothes and put two cruel daggers in the belt.

Now he sat down to wait for his contacts. All they knew was that they were supposed to meet a messenger from their 'employer'. About half an hour before midnight, his contacts arrived at the clearing, but he waited until midnight before revealing himself. That gave Sawtooth time to make sure there was no one else hiding nearby. As he stepped out into the clearing, Sawtooth remained hidden.

He slowly approached the three men, all the time keeping his hands clearly away from the daggers in his belt.

"Do you have the documents?" he asked the men.

"Yes we do," the apparent leader answered. "But we can't really understand why our boss needs them."

"I don't ask why he wants the things I get for him, I only care about getting paid."

"And that's the point here," the leader said. "I have already figured out that our boss is a noble of some kind. And why would he need slave owner documents for a slave that he could easily buy at any auction, unless he is planning on stealing a slave. And that's what I suspect he is planning. To steal a slave; probably stealing it from a higher-ranked noble."

"As I said, I don't ask as long as I get paid." Marduck replied.

"Yes you did. But the thing is that we want a bit more payment for this job. We have made sure that these documents are completely legitimate, that the slave has gone through one previous owner that is now naturally dead."

"How much more?"

"Twice the sum first agreed," the leader said.

"Before paying you anything, I must see that the documents are in order," Marduck said.

The leader threw a small satchel on the ground in front of Marduck. A quick examination revealed that the documents were indeed as good as stated, if not better. The men's desire for more money made his next step a lot easier, not that he had any moral thoughts about it in the first place. He threw the satchel towards the bushes where Sawtooth was hiding.

"Our boss told me that you might demand more money, and he also told how to handle the situation if you did." Marduck said with a mean smile on his face as he backed away.

"You filthy rat," the leader snarled. "You, get the satchel. You, kill that stinking piece of shit."

The men acted exactly as Marduck had hoped for. Splitting up was a huge mistake, most likely the last mistake in their lives. Marduck was well-skilled with the daggers, but not enough to handle three men simultaneously. As one of the men approached him, the second ran towards the satchel while the leader remained still. That was the mistake that definitely sealed their fate.

When the running man reached the satchel he crouched down to pick it up, and that's when Sawtooth made his move. In one powerful leap he sprung from the bush and sunk his razor sharp teeth's into the man's exposed throat. The man was mortally injured before he had even noticed what happened.

The commotion by the satchel made the man approaching Marduck turn his head, big mistake. In a single, fluid motion, Marduck pulled one of the daggers and threw it towards the man. With a loud thud the dagger planted itself deep in the man's stomach. This gave Marduck the few seconds he needed to pull the second dagger and cut the man's throat.

It had taken less than six seconds, but now two of the men were laying on the ground bleeding to death. The leader was alone, facing a man evidently well-skilled with his weapons and a large, vicious tiger.

"So this is how our boss rewards those who serve him," the leader snarled. "And what makes you think he won't have you killed later?"

"If you had not gotten greedy, this would not have happened," Marduck lied. "Had you not demanded more money, I would just have paid you and been on my way."

The leader just looked at Marduck for a few seconds; then he turned and tried to run. Marduck immediately threw the second dagger at the man's back, and Sawtooth also attacked. His aim was correct and the dagger hit between the man's shoulder blades, and only a second later Sawtooth hit him from the side. As the man was still falling, the tiger's teeth's ripped his throat open.

Marduck slowly walked up to the dead man and reclaimed his dagger. Together with Sawtooth he moved the bodies deeper into the forest. Earlier Sawtooth had found the scent of bears, and they placed the bodies where the bears could easily find them. Within a week there would be nothing more than bones remaining, if even that much.

They both washed themselves at a stream and then returned to Fury. There he put the clothes in a separate bag, as he intended to burn them later. He was glad this part had gone as planned, but his night was still far from over. He again shifted back to his true form to prepare for the next step. From Fury's saddlebags, he took a small vial containing a clear liquid. Then he shifted into the form of a hawk, took the vial in his claws, and set off into the night sky.

Marduck really loved flying through the night as a hawk. He had done it many times during the years, practicing for this very moment. It had taken him many nights of trial and error before he finally Mastered the art of flying. Using the air currents as help, he soon arrived at the Earl's castle. After circling the castle a few times he had identified the window of the Earl's private bedroom. Carefully he landed on the stone ledge outside the slightly open window.

Since a hawk's eyes are rather different than a human's, Marduck needed a minute to make sure the room was empty. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he slowly pried the window open with his beak and entered. Well inside, he quickly shaped back into his true form. Then he poured the liquid from the vial into the water carafe on the bedside table. This done, Marduck now shifted into the form of a small mouse and hid beneath the large bed. Now all he could do was to wait.

His now dead contacts had managed to discover several of the Earl's nightly routines. Most important at the moment was that he didn't have any house cats. Second was that he very rarely went to bed sooner than two hours after midnight, and that he always drank several glasses of water before sleeping. In case everything would fail, Marduck did have one last emergency plan. But that would create a lot of attention. And it would only guarantee that the Earl would never again host a party and secure Marduck's escape.

Marduck had to wait for almost two hours before the Earl arrived. And he was not alone. His contacts had mentioned that Grender on rare occasions brought sex slaves to his room at night, and this seemed to be one of those nights. The presence of the slave did cause a slight complication to Marduck's plan, but it was something he knew could happen.

Apparently the Earl was not much into foreplay; and not much for gentleness, either. From his place under the huge bed, he could clearly hear as Grender brutally spanked and whipped the girl slave for almost an hour. During the whole time, Grender verbally abused the child as well as torture her. 'Piece of shit slave whore', 'Worthless fuck meat' and 'Inferior slut whore' seemed to be the Earl's favorite names for the child.

When the spanking and whipping was finally done, the child's throat was so sore from screaming that she could only make croaking sounds. And that's when Grender began raping her. From the sounds, Marduck could make out that the child had most likely been a virgin when brought into this room. As the Earl savagely raped her, he continued the verbal abuse as well. This time he used phrases like 'That's right slave whore, take my superior cock in your filthy little pussy', 'You like having a huge cock deep in your inferior ass, don't you, piece of shit slave' and 'Suck my royal cock down your stinking throat bitch, swallow all of my cum or I will strangle you to death right here'.

Although Marduck himself did enjoy rougher action, the permanent verbal abuse was just a little too much. He had also used verbal abuse while tormenting slaves, but not to the extreme extent used by the Earl. He waited until Grender was finally done raping the child slave, almost two hours later. He hoped the Earl would go to sleep soon, because he was beginning to run out of time. Soon dawn would break, and that could be a huge problem.

Luckily, Grender seemed satisfied and Marduck heard him pour and drink several glasses of water from the carafe. He knew the drug would need about five minutes to take full effect, so he slowly counted the minutes before emerging from underneath the bed. First he ran behind a dressing screen and shifted into his true form, then immediately changed into the form of the guard sergeant that had greeted him when he arrived on the Friday.

Marduck carefully looked towards the bed from the screen. The Earl was completely knocked out, and would stay like that for at least 48 hours. Beside him on the bed lay his victim for the night. It was a tiny little Bergerian girl, no more than five years old. She was strictly-bound with ropes and her entire body was covered in welts and bruises from the whipping, and she was still bleeding from both her holes. Apparently she was also knocked out, most likely from exhaustion.

He slowly moved towards the bed and placed a blanket over the child's face, careful not to smother the child. Now it was time to deal with Earl Grender. After a quick search, he found a small leather pouch that he placed on the bed. Then he grabbed the Earl's head and began transforming him into a small mouse. When the transformation was done, he put the mouse into the leather pouch together with the empty vial and placed it on the window ledge. He didn't want to leave a single trace of evidence. Marduck transformed to his true form and then back to the hawk. Gripping the pouch in his claws, he spread his wings flew away.

Again he used the air currents to hasten his flight, and just as the castle disappeared out of sight, he was hit by the first rays of the morning sun. The currents were good and it only took him a little more than an hour to reach the hidden clearing in the woods. As soon as he landed he transformed back into the form of Marduck. A quick check of the pouch ensured him that the small mouse was alive and well.

Now came the physically hardest part of his plan. Although he had not slept a single hour during the night, he had to continue his travel as if he had. The timing of his travel was crucial to his plan. When he finally arrived at his own estate late in the evening, he was dead tired. After making sure Sawtooth and Fury were properly taken care of, he went straight to his private library. From a second secret compartment, he brought a small cage that he had made for this specific occasion. He put the small mouse into the cage, making sure it was still alive and well. Then he went to his bedroom. He was asleep even before his head had hit the pillow.

Chapter 11

Marduck was carefully awakened by one of his servant slaves rather late Tuesday morning. She explained that the old Lerian had ordered her to let the Lord sleep longer, since he had been very tired from the trip. He didn't admit it, but Marduck was rather grateful for the old man's foresight. After a quick bath and breakfast, he returned to his private library. There he checked on the mouse. It was still totally knocked out, just as he had planned. The drug he had put into the Earl's water was both strong and long lasting. It would take at least another twelve hours before the effect wore off.

He picked up a new leather pouch and put the mouse in it. The one from Grender's bedroom would be burned together with the clothes he had used when killing his contacts. Then he went to the stable to have Fury saddled. It was time for the next step in his plan.

Half an hour later, he was on his way towards the town, but using a slightly different route. When he was halfway between his estate and the town he left the road and headed into the forest. After checking that no one else was around he brought out the mouse. He placed it on the ground and again checked that he was alone. This was the most dangerous part of his plan. First he shifted the mouse back into its true form, the Earl. Then he shifted him into the form of an eight-year-old Doranian female child. Using some rather coarse ropes, he tied the child's hands and feet. Then he placed the child over the back of his horse, mounted and continued towards the town.

At the outskirts of the town, he headed towards a rather large building. The house was owned by the most renowned doctor in the entire region. Through careful and covert investigations, Marduck knew that the man was more than capable of performing the procedure he wanted.

He stopped in front of the door and dismounted. Then he threw the bound child over his shoulder and entered. As the province Landlord, he could make unannounced visits without needing to worry about complaints. And in this case he could even genuinely use the name of the Earl as leverage. The doctor was rather surprised to see him enter in this way; Marduck was not known to use his powers in such direct manners.

Fortunately there were no other visitors present at the moment. Marduck dropped the unconscious child on a table and turned to face the doctor.

"Pardon me for storming in like this, doctor," he said with a slight bow. "But my business is rather urgent."

"Please say how I can be of assistance?" the doctor replied, also with a slight bow.

"I have just returned from a large party at Earl Grender's castle. There I made the Earl a promise and that's why I'm here. The nature of the promise is nothing you need to know, but it involves this slave. I need to have its vocal cords permanently removed, and I need it done right away."

"That is a rather complicated procedure," the doctor stated.

"I have all the confidence in your abilities as surgeon, and I'm willing to pay you extra for the urgency." Marduck said. "The slave is already drugged and the effect will last at least another ten hours."

"Well, first I have to see the owner documents of the slave. It's not that I don't trust you, Lord Marduck, but the law is very clear on the issue."

"I would have expected nothing less," Marduck said and handed over the falsified documents.

"Is it crucial that the vocal cords are completely removed?" the doctor asked after having checked the documents.

"I need the slave to become permanently mute, ensuring that it can never speak again."

"That's what I suspected. For that I don't need to remove the cords, just cut them in a way that prevents them from healing."

"And that is easier?" Marduck asked.

"A lot easier," the doctor replied. "That procedure can be done in just an hour. I will need another hour to prepare, and about two more afterwards to ensure there are no complications. If you return in about four hours your slave will be mute and ready."

"How much will it cost?"

The doctor told him his price. It was actually a lot less than Marduck had expected, probably because of the mentioned connection to the Earl. He left the building and headed toward the centre of the town. First he visited the Mayor to hear what the city council had agreed upon during the Sunday meeting. In the Landlord's absence, the Mayor was the highest rank during the council meetings. Apparently nothing extraordinary had been debated, so it only took him an hour to verify the decisions.

This left him with another three hours to spend. He used the time to visit as many of the town's merchants and craftsmen he could. In the process he ended up ordering three new sets of clothes and some new books. Just a little more than fours hours after he left, he returned to the doctor's house.

He found the man carefully examining the little eight-year-old girl. As the man saw Marduck enter he rose with a large smile.

"The procedure went perfectly, Lord Marduck," he said. "This slave will never speak again, and its throat will be healed and ready for use in about two weeks."

"Its throat is of no concern, as it will most likely never be used for anything but breathing and eating," Marduck replied with a smile. "The reason I need this slave mute is rather special. I promised the Earl that I would train my tiger to use slaves, and a mute slave is not able to confuse him with commands."

"I have heard of the Earl's rather exotic tastes, Lord Marduck," the doctor said. "So this slave will only be used by your tiger?"

"That's the plan, and I have no desire to use a slave that's been used to breed with animals."

"A suitable position for a girl of an inferior race, breeding animals," the doctor said with a laugh.

Marduck barely managed to hide the hatred in his eyes as he handed the doctor a money pouch. The pouch contained twice the amount the man had asked for the procedure. As he counted the money, the doctor's eyes went wide.

"It is twice what you asked for," Marduck said. "I did say that I would pay you for the urgency."

"Thank you, Lord Marduck, you are most generous." The man said with a deep bow.

Marduck tied the little girl with the ropes and picked her up. Then he mounted Fury and headed home. When he returned to his estate, he summoned the old Lerian. He told the old man that he had purchased this new slave to keep a promise to the Earl and also mentioned that it had been made mute. He told him to put the child in one of the cells and inform him immediately when it awoke. Then he went to eat dinner.

It was rather late in the evening when the old Lerian knocked on the door to his study.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Master, but you wanted to know directly when the new slave had awoken," the man said.

"So she is awake now?"

"Yes Master, she awoke a few minutes ago."

"Great. I want to talk with her alone. Make sure no one even comes near the cells while I'm there."

"As you wish, My Lord."

Marduck rose and walked down to the slave cells in the basement. As he entered the cell, he saw the little girl lying on the hard bed. She was still groggy from the effects of the long-lasting drug. The girl was totally naked and didn't yet have any shackles, collar, or chains on, but her hands and feet were still tied by the coarse rope. As he made eye contact with the girl, a look of recognition spread across her face.

"Welcome to your new home, and your new life, Earl Grender," Marduck said with a sadistic grin on his face.

The little eight-year-old girl on the bed tried to speak, but only managed to produce unrecognizable grunts and croaks.

"Just so you know slave, I have had your vocal cords cut. You will never again be able to speak a single word."

An expression of fear spread across the girl's face, and then shifted into pure hatred.

"I will now tell you a little story. There was once a young Doranian man named Salvon. He was a shape-shifter shaman among his people. Then an Aragian noble sponsored a slaving expedition that attacked his village. Salvon's entire family was murdered and more than half the village taken as slaves. Needless to say, this made Salvon rather enraged. He began forming a plan of revenge, and after years of planning, it has now been completed."

Marduck made a pause, giving his new slave time to absorb what he had just said. When he saw the expression change on the girl's face he smiled even wider.

"That's right Grender, I am Salvon."

Again the child tried to speak, but only produced strange noises.

"At your party I promised to begin training my tiger to use slaves, and that's exactly what I plan to do. And YOU will be the slave that he trains on."

Again Marduck paused, just looking at the bound child with burning hatred in his eyes.

"And it might interest you to know a little detail about my tiger. Sawtooth is no ordinary tiger; he is actually a transformed human. He is a Doranian man who was captured by your slavers but managed to escape, only to be captured by your slavers again several years later. Besides me, you, and one other being, he is the only one who knows this secret. And he knows that the slave he gets to breed is actually you. Trust me when I say that he will enjoy every single second of it."

The little child's face shifted between fear and hatred. Marduck just smiled his sadistic grin.

"Tomorrow evening you will be branded with my mark. Then you will be permanently chained inside Sawtooth's enclosure. There you will spend the rest of your life, serving as his mate and breeding partner. Maybe I will even let some of the guests at my parties have their animals breed you. But rest assured that you will never be used by a human, only by animals."

The child screamed and despite the tight ropes tried to attack Marduck. With a laugh, he easily avoided the clumsy attack and punched the girl hard in the stomach. He left the slave lying on the floor, panting for air, and walked to the door.

"Despite your stupid attempt of escape I will have some food and water sent down to you," he said and closed the heavy steel door.

As he returned to the upper floors he summoned the old Lerian.

"Wait at least two hours; then give the slave some food and water," he ordered. "Make sure the food is in bowls since you may not remove her ropes."

"As you wish, My Lord."

Still with a huge smile on his face, Marduck headed towards his bedroom. It was finally time to see how much his two little seven-year-old Noranians had learned about cocksucking.

When Marduck passed the door to his wife's room, he stopped. After a quick thought, he unlocked the door and entered. His teenage wife was sitting in an armchair, reading a book. The chair, just like all the other furniture in the room, was bolted to the floor, and its distance to the bed caused the chain attached to her collar to be pulled rather taught.

"Good evening, dear wife," Marduck said in a mock loving voice.

The seventeen-year-old girl immediately rose from the chair and knelt down in front of her 'beloved' husband.

"Good evening, dear husband," she replied in a submissive voice with her head bowed.

"Since I know how much you like your Saturday routine, I will make it up to you next Saturday," he said with a mean smile. "Instead of just a few hours, I will let you spend the entire day on the bench in the field."

"Thank you, dear husband," the teenager replied with a sobbing voice.

Marduck headed to the door, and as he opened it he turned toward his wife.

"If I were you, I would practice a lot with the wooden cocks. You know where they are, so it's up to you."

Then he closed and locked the door. With a big smile on his face he walked towards his bedroom. Outside the door he stopped and took a deep breath. Then he opened the door and entered.

Marduck slowly walked inside his bedroom, admiring the view of his two little black-skinned seven-year-old twin sister sex slaves. The first child was tightly tied in a kneeling position on the floor beside the bed, her arms secured behind her back with elbows touching. The second twin was tied in a strict hogtie on the bed. Her long hair braided with rope and pulled backwards, forcing her head up in a perfect position to be mouth-raped.

"Time for you little whores to show what you have learned," Marduck said with a mean smile. "If you both pleasure me good enough, none of you will be punished tonight."

He actually planned to keep that promise, if they really managed to pleasure him enough. Looking at the two bound and naked slaves, he decided to start with the kneeling child. He carefully removed his clothes and positioned himself in front of the little girl. His cock was half limp and he placed it against the slave's lips.

The preteen girl didn't need any further instructions; she opened her mouth and began sucking her Master's large cock. She used every trick and technique that the older slaves had taught her, and very soon the large adult cock was fully erect and rock hard. Marduck placed his hands behind him and let the child do all the work; he wanted to see just how skilled she had become.

She still needed some more experience, but her skill had improved enormously. Marduck really enjoyed her efforts. The feeling of the little preteens tongue circling his cock head was marvelous. The combination of the child's improved cock sucking skill and that he had been waiting for this quickly brought him to the edge of a huge orgasm.

"Make sure you swallow it all, slave," he grunted. "If you spill even a drop I will whip you for the rest of the night."

The little girl pulled her head back, only keeping the head of her Master's cock inside her tiny mouth. Then she sucked down hard and roamed her tongue around it. The sensation caused Marduck to cross the edge. With a loud moan he shot his hot, sticky cum straight down the back of the child's mouth. The seven-year-old sex slave kept sucking the cock head hard and swallowed as fast as she could. To both her own and her Master's surprise, she managed to swallow it all without spilling a drop.

"Good slave," Marduck praised her after inspecting her mouth, making sure she had really swallowed all his cum.

The little black slave child looked up at her Master with a happy smile on her face. Seeing her smile from his appreciation, Marduck decided something about the two twins. If the second twin showed a similar reaction, he would alter their training. Instead of force-training them, he would make them like it and want it. He could always buy another child slave to force-train and torment.

He reached out his hand and gently caressed the bound, kneeling little preteen girl's face. Then he turned his attention the one hogtied on the bed. She was positioned so he could mouth-fuck her while standing on the floor.

"Now lets see how well you have learned to open your throat," he said and placed his limp cock to the seven-year-old's lips.

Like her sister, the child knew what to do. She began by licking the tip of her Master's cock, and then she sucked it into her small, warm little mouth. She had learned well from the servant slaves and before long Marduck's cock was again hard and erect. This time Marduck placed his hands on the child's head and began fucking her mouth and throat.

He took it slow and gentle at first, letting the seven-year-old get used to the size of his adult cock. When he felt the girl relaxing and really opening her throat as taught, he increased the intensity. Marduck was amazed at how well the girl had learned to deep-throat, she could take almost his entire length without choking. He turned his head and looked at the twin kneeling beside him.

"Can you also take it as deep in your throat, slave?" he demanded to know.

"Yes Master," the child slave replied. "Both of us can take it as deep as the other."

Marduck returned his attention to the girl he was mouth-fucking. The little girl's throat was so tight it squeezed his large cock, and all the time the slave was sucking and working her tongue as best she could. It was evident that the little preteen was doing all she could to really please her Master.

Although he had just recently came, it didn't take long before Marduck felt a new huge orgasm arriving. He tightened his grip of the girl's head and rammed his entire length down her tight, tiny throat. With a deep groan, he shot his semen down her throat, straight into her stomach.

When the last drop had left his shaft he pulled out until only the cock head remained in the girl's mouth. He was pleased to notice that the child had not choked or gagged while he came, and now she was sucking and licking him clean. He removed his cock and inspected her mouth, she had swallowed everything.

"Good slave," he praised her while carefully caressing her face.

The happy smile appearing on the little seven-year-old's face cemented his decision to make them both like it. They would both still be spanked and whipped as punishment, but he would need to buy a new slave to use for pleasure torment.

"You have both pleasured me well, none of you will be punished tonight," he said with a warm smile.

His words caused the two black child sex slaves to smile even more. Marduck now released the hogtied girl's hair, allowing her more movement of her head. Then he maneuvered the kneeling child so she was directly behind him, with her face against his butt.

"Before we sleep, you will pleasure me one more time. You will lick my asshole while your sister sucks my cock again."

The two preteen twins immediately obeyed their Master's order. The kneeling child pressed her face flush against his ass and began licking his asshole the best she could. With her head free, the hogtied girl eagerly sucked Marduck's limp cock into her mouth. Marduck crossed his arms across his chest and let the children do the work.

The sensation was mind-blowing. Feeling a little girl's tongue lick his asshole while another tight, tiny mouth sucked his big cock was arousing, to say the least. No matter that he had cum twice in a short time already, the twin slaves' combined efforts was quickly bringing him toward the edge again. As he came closer and closer, he began moaning. The children heard it and intensified their efforts.

With her face still flush against his butt, the kneeling girl tried to stick her tongue inside his ass. At the same time, the hogtied sister tried to push his cock as deep down her throat as she could. When the orgasm hit him, Marduck grabbed both girls' heads and pressed them tightly against his ass and crotch. Again he got his entire length down the hogtied slave's throat, and when the kneeling girl's tongue penetrated his asshole, he came. The orgasm was so strong that his entire body was shaking like a leaf in a storm.

When the last wave of the orgasm finally subsided, Marduck felt exhausted. These two seven-year-old slaves had just given him one of his best orgasms in his life, and they were both smiling with joy seeing him pleased. It took him almost ten minutes to catch his breath. Then he released them both from their bonds, leaving them naked with only their steel collars around their necks.

"As a reward for pleasuring me so good, you will both be allowed to sleep without bonds tonight," he said with a warm smile.

He climbed into the bed and lay down. Then he beckoned the child slaves to join him. Both the girls quickly climbed into the bed and lay down on each side of their Master. Marduck placed his arms around the preteens and hugged them tight. The girls snuggled up against his large muscular body and they all quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 12

Marduck awoke to the feeling of a tight, warm mouth sucking his cock. He slowly opened his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. One of his twin seven-year-old sex slaves was lying on her stomach between his legs, hard at work sucking his stiff manhood. The second twin lay on her back further down the bed, with her face buried in her sister's crotch.

The servant slaves had done their teaching well; the child sucking him was taking his large adult cock deep in her throat without choking. Marduck kept still and let the little preteen sex slave believe he was still sleeping. He wanted to know how far they were prepared to go by their own decision.

The tiny little black girl sucked him for a good ten minutes before she stopped. Then she straddled him and guided his rock hard manhood towards her tight, tiny little pussy. This actually surprised him a bit. He had ordered the servant slave not to give the children any form of ass or pussy training; only sucking practice. If those orders had been followed, the little preteen's pussy should still be extremely tight, since he had only fucked her a few times so far.

The child gritted her teeth and closed her eyes hard as the tip of the large cock began penetrating her immature love canal. Marduck could feel that the girl was indeed still as tight as she should be. That meant the seven-year-old was really doing this just to please her Master, since it obviously hurt a lot.

Tears began flowing down the little girls face as she slowly impaled herself on the huge cock. Marduck heard her sob, but she didn't cry or scream. She continued until her entire pussy was filled to the bottom by his manhood. Then she rested, trying to adjust to the painful sensation. After she had settled down, she slowly began riding him. At first she took it extremely slow and easy, but after a few minutes she began moving faster.

The second twin had remained passive while her sister mounted their Master, but now she placed her head between Marduck's legs and began licking his balls. The combined feeling of the tight, preteen pussy gripping his cock and the tongue licking his balls made him moan with pleasure. And the fact that both the girls were doing this without having been ordered only intensified the sensation.

Marduck opened his eyes wide, placed his hands behind his head, and looked at the seven-year-old black sex slave riding his cock. A big smile spread across his face when he saw that she had noticed that he was awake.

"Good morning," he said with a soft voice.

"Good morning, Master," both the girls replied.

"Usually I don't let my sex slaves take initiatives, but I will let you continue for now."

The child continued to ride him, and the tightness of her pussy caused him to reach orgasm after only a few more minutes. He still wanted to see just what the girls were prepared to do, so he moaned to let them know he was close.

When the girls heard his moans, they changed positions. The one riding him quickly climbed off, and the other girl immediately put his cock in her mouth. After just a few seconds she had managed to push the large cock deep down her throat. The tight, squeezing feel of the child's tiny throat made him cross the edge. With loud groans he emptied his cum straight into her stomach. The preteen kept his cock in her throat until his balls were empty before she pulled it out. Then both the girls licked his shrinking shaft clean.

Their actions had defiantly cemented Marduck's decision to change his training of them. From now on, they would only be whipped, spanked and tormented as punishment for failures. He would teach them to truly enjoy getting fucked, both while in bondage and without. He looked at the two black little girls and smiled.

"I will not punish you for your initiatives, this time," he said. "But unless I say you can, don't do it again or you will be severely punished. You are not allowed to initiate sex with anyone without my direct permission, and I mean anyone. If I ever find out that you have had sex with each other without permission, you will regret it. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master, we understand," both the children replied with submissive voices.

"Good. From now on there will be some changes in your training. You will now only be taught by me directly. I will teach you to become pleasure slaves that really enjoy having sex. But now it's time for breakfast."

Marduck left the bed and walked to a dresser. From a drawer, he picked up two leather leashes and the turned towards his child slaves.

"Crawl to me and kiss my feet," he commanded.

Both the girls quickly left the bed and did as ordered. When they had kissed his feet for a minute, he told them to stop. Reaching down, he attached the leashes to their steel collars. With the little girls crawling along on each side of him, he left the bedroom and headed toward the dining room.

When he entered the dining room, the servant slaves noticed the seven-year-olds crawling by their leashes and knew what it meant. Within a minute they had brought out bowls of food and water for the little girls to eat from. As part of the training, Marduck let the child slaves wait almost five minutes before allowing them to eat.

After the breakfast, Marduck had the old Lerian take the little girls to their cells. Then he went to his private library. It was time to tie up some loose ends. After entering the room, he made sure the door was locked and then opened the secret compartments. The study had a large fireplace that was rarely used, mostly because the climate of the province made it unnecessary. He placed all the secret documents, the leather pouch from the Earl's room and the clothes he had used when he killed the henchmen in the fireplace. Then he poured a bottle of oil over it and set it on fire.

As the fire burned, Marduck poured himself a glass of whine and sat down in a comfortable chair. He waited until only ashes remained in the fireplace. The ashes he scooped into a bucket and brought it with him outside. He emptied the bucket in the same pile as the ashes from the kitchen and made sure they got well mixed. Then he made a deep sigh of relief. Now there was nothing left that could tie him to the disappearance of the Earl, and his plan had worked.

Marduck walked to the stables to talk with the stable slave, who was also his blacksmith. He found the Bergerian by the anvil, making the restraints to be used on his newest slave.

"Good morning slave," Marduck said as he entered.

"Good morning Lord Marduck," the man replied with a deep bow.

"How are the restraints coming along?"

"Very fine My Lord. They will be ready within an hour."

"And you are sure you can make them exactly as I want them?"

"Without any doubt, My Lord. I will need to do the final fitting and locking out in the enclosure, but that will be no problem."

"Great. As a token of gratitude, you may select any one of the servant slaves as your bed mate for tonight. Treat her any way you like, as long as she is still able to perform her duties tomorrow."

"Thank you, My Lord," the man replied with gratitude in his voice.

Marduck left the stable and returned to the main house. He walked to his study to finish some administrate work. There was not much work to do, but he made sure it took several hours. He used it to set himself in the right mood for the evening's coming event. It would probably take some days but, since he had been a guest at the party, someone would come and ask what he knew about the Earl's disappearance.

The afternoon seemed to drag itself along like a snail. Marduck made the work as long as possible, but it was still a little more than an hour left until supper when he finally finished. He thought about having the two black girls brought up, but decided to wait. Instead he began thinking about how he would treat the boy the Earl had given him as a gift. He was not sure how to treat him, but most likely he would train him the same as the two black seven-year-olds, to be a pleasure slave.

That meant he would have to buy another child sex slave to use for torment and rougher action. He did enjoy having willing child pleasure slaves, but he also wanted at least one to treat rough. Delivering a harsh whipping to a tightly bound child was arousing to say the least, and to finish it with a brutal rape was an uttermost enjoyment. But the next sex slave auction was not scheduled until Wednesday next week. He decided to keep his more savage lusts in check until then, knowing it would be so much more enjoyable after the long wait.

His thought was broken by a soft knock on the door. By the knock he could tell it was one of the servant slaves. She informed him the dinner was ready to be served. He dismissed the slave and walked to the dining room.

As per his standing orders regarding pleasure slaves, the two twins had been brought up from their cells. They sat on their knees on each side of his chair with their leashes tied the arms rests. One of a pleasure slave's privileges was to always eat with the Master, although from bowls while kneeling on the floor beside his chair. Marduck gently caressed the little girls' faces before he sat down. This time he allowed them to begin eating when he did.

After having finished the meal, he remained in the chair enjoying a glass of wine. He had already given the instructions for the event, and now he just waited for the preparations to be finished. It took about half an hour until the old Lerian informed him that everything was now set and ready. With a cruel smile on his face, Marduck rose from the chair, grabbed the two seven-year-olds' leashes and walked outside.

In the yard in front of the house there was a large comfortable char with arm rests and a bench. The bench was very similar to the ones used when branding his new sex slaves, but not exactly the same. This bench was specially designed for this one event. Marduck sat down in the chair and secured the black little girls' leashes to the arm rests. The two twins obediently sat down on their knees on each side of the chair.

Within a minute the stable slave arrived, carrying the still tied eight-year-old Doranian girl over his shoulder. The bench had thick leather straps attached to it, and soon the child was strictly secured and immobilized. Marduck remained seated for several minutes before he rose and approached the Earl-turned-child. He squatted down in front of her and placed his lips to her ears.

"This branding ceremony is something I do with all my sex slaves," he whispered. "But since you are special in more ways than one, it will be done in a special way. Usually I always brand my slaves' left buttock, but you will receive it in a completely different place. This is to mark you as an animal breeder, the lowest of ranks among slaves."

He straightened his back and signaled the stable slave. This time he would not use any of the preparing liquid. He didn't care if the brand didn't look perfect, and any infections could be treated. The Bergerian arrived with the glowing branding iron, handed it to Marduck and then took his pre-ordered position. Since this brand would be placed in a special place, Marduck would need assistance.

After a nod from his Master, the stable slave grabbed the bound child's head and held it tight. Marduck took careful aim and then pressed the glowing branding iron in the middle of the little girl's forehead, right above her nose. Since the child had been made mute, he had not bothered to gag her. The gurgled scream of horrible, mind shattering pain emitting from the child made Marduck feel pleasure. Especially since he knew what was really happening, the former Earl getting to taste the other side of his own pleasures.

He kept the iron pressed into the forehead for five seconds before removing it. Because he didn't use any of the liquid, the smell of burnt flesh was strong. He nodded to the stable slave, who released the preteen's head. Then he handed the iron to the man who returned it to the stable. As soon as her head was released, the little girl thrashed it around violently, trying any way she could to reduce the demonic pain. With a cruel, sadistic smile, Marduck returned to his chair and sat down.

It took almost five minutes before the eight-year-old stopped screaming, and several more before she stopped thrashing around. Marduck remained seated and just watched the girl finally go limp from exhaustion in her bonds. For almost an hour he let her remain tied to the bench. Then he again signaled the stable slave. The man knew the signal and quickly brought what he needed into Sawtooth's enclosure. For the 'safety' of the slave, the tiger had been locked inside his 'house'.

After placing the items inside the enclosure, the stable slave released the girl from the bench and put her limp body over his shoulder. As the man carried the child into the enclosure, Marduck rose and followed, but left the two black twins at the chair. In the middle of the area, the Bergerian put the child down and grabbed his tools.

Within a few minutes, the man had permanently attached steel shackles around the girl's wrists and ankles and a steel collar around her neck. Then he permanently attached a two-foot steel chain between the wrist shackles, and a three-foot steel chain between the wrist shackles. Finally he permanently attached a thirty-foot steel chain to her collar. The other end of the collar chain was attached to a long steel rod. The stable slave placed the rod at the determined position and hammered it into the ground.

The eight-year-old child slave was now permanently chained inside the tiger enclosure. It would require heavy blacksmithing tools to remove the chains and get her out. It was exactly as Marduck wanted it. The chain from her collar allowed her some movement, but it was short enough to prevent her from even getting close to the fence. At one end of her maximum allowed range, a pit had been dug where she could take care of her body functions. And beside the anchor point a small, simple shelter was placed. It was just sufficient to give her protection from any rain. Two thin blankets were what she had for a bed, and she would have to eat from bowls.

After finishing his work, the stable slave gathered his tools and left the enclosure. The eight-year-old child slave was still completely exhausted from the branding ceremony, so Marduck also left to give her time to recover. He returned to his chair and sat down.

"When the next phase of this event begins, I don't want to see any of you closing your eyes or looking away," he sternly told the two seven-year-olds kneeling beside his chair. "If you fail and displease me too much, this might happen to you."

Marduck actually had no such intentions whatsoever, but saying he might would improve the little girls' efforts. He waited for another hour, until he saw that the eight-year-old had regained enough strength to continue. It was getting late in the evening, but since it was summer, the sun was still up.

He rose from the chair and walked to the chained slave. There he squatted down in front of her and looked her in the eyes with a sadistic smile.

"This enclosure will be your home for the rest of your life," he said. "And you will soon meet you mate and breeding partner. I have just one small bit of advice for you, whore; don't try to resist him. Remember that he is actually a transformed human and probably more intelligent than you. Resisting him will only cause you pain and discomfort. And he won't kill you, no matter what you do."

Then Marduck rose and walked to Sawtooth's 'house', unlocked the door and opened it.

"Come and meet your mate and breeding partner my friend," he called out.

With an elegant stride, the large tiger emerged from inside and walked towards the chained child. Even though she knew the truth about the tiger, the child curled up from fear when she saw the animal approaching. Sawtooth circled the preteen several times, keeping a distance. Then he walked up to her and slapped her ass with his right paw. Marduck was thankful that Sawtooth had remembered to withdraw his claws before the slap.

The tiger growled at the child, clearly indicating something. The girl instinctively understood what the tiger wanted, but it was clear that she was considering resisting. Sawtooth noticed her hesitation and roared at her, showing his razor sharp teeth. That broke her will and she quickly assumed a position on all fours, with her rear perfectly exposed.

Sawtooth let the girl stand in the position and circled her again. After a few laps he sniffed her crotch and then ran his tongue straight along her tiny, hairless slit. The feel of the rough tongue against her sensitive skin caused her to yelp, as best she could yelp without vocal cords. The tiger continued to lick her preteen pussy slit, and when she tried to move away he again slapped her ass with his paw.

The tiger licked the little girl until her labia was red and sore. Then he again circled her several times. Without warning the large tiger suddenly mounted the child. Marduck was surprised at how fast Sawtooth's cock appeared. It only took a few seconds for it to appear and become fully erect. And the size of it was actually a bit larger than what he had expected. It would really hurt when it penetrated the chained little eight-year-old girl.

Going by feeling, Sawtooth aimed his large cock at the slave's virgin pussy hole and pushed hard. Although it was big, and the child extremely tight, it penetrated rather easily, thanks to its pointed-tip shape. Just behind the pointed tip, the cock had a thicker ring of nubs. When the nubs reached the entrance Sawtooth pushed harder and forced it in.

The chained child slave screamed in pain as the large animal penetrated her no longer virgin vagina. Not only was the cock huge compared to her tiny hole, the nubs were rather hard, and she was still very sore from the rough licking. It hurt almost as much as the branding a few hours ago. She wanted to move away from the heavy animal raping her, but she didn't dare to move.

Sawtooth had been having some doubts if he would have been able to do this at all. While he was still a human, he had no lusts whatsoever toward children. But this was different. This was not actually a child; it was a transformed adult man. A man who had caused him and his entire race lots of grief. For some reason, the opportunity to rape and hurt this person was arousing to him. A deep growl emerged from his throat as he forced his cock deeper inside the girl beneath him. The tightness of the immature preteen pussy was incredible; it really squeezed his thick cock.

The chained, naked little girl screamed and cried as the large tiger savagely raped her for several long minutes. It felt like her entire crotch was on fire. Finally Sawtooth came and filled her womb with his animal cum. As the tiger pulled out and moved away, the child collapsed into a pile on the ground.

Sawtooth looked at the girl with a clear expression of disgust, snarled, and walked back to his 'house'. Outside the door he lay down and rested. Marduck waited until the tiger was lying down, then he approached the girl and squatted down by her head.

"I truly hope you didn't enjoy that," he said with hatred in his voice. "This is how you will spend the rest of your life, getting fucked by animals. An appropriate punishment for all the grief you have caused not only to the people of my race, but to all the other races in this world."

The Earl-turned-child-slave looked at him. Her eyes were red from crying and showed a mix of pain, fear, and hatred, and the fresh brand in her forehead made her look like a trapped animal. She tried to speak, but only produced unrecognizable gurgling sounds.

"Oh how much you must hate me by now," Marduck said with an evil grin. "And that just makes me feel even better."

He stood up and left the enclosure, locking the gate behind him. Then he returned to his chair and picked up the leashes to his two seven-year-old pleasure slaves. Just as he turned towards the main building he heard the sound of thundering hooves. Marduck turned around and saw twelve riders enter his estate. Some of them wore the uniforms of the King's personal guards.

Chapter 13

Marduck waited patiently as the riders stopped and dismounted. The leader was one of the King's Knights, accompanied by ten of the King's personal guards and one of Earl Grender's clerks. The Knight walked up to Marduck and gave a slight bow.

"Pardon us for intruding this late in the evening, Lord Marduck, but we have had a long ride," the Knight said.

"There is no need to apologize, Sir Knight," Marduck replied. "The King's men are always welcome at my home."

"I thank you for your hospitality. I am Knight Seradian, and these soldiers are my personal squad. Verneran here is a clerk in the service of Earl Grender."

"I think I recognize him from the Earl's party I attended this weekend."

"He is here to deliver a gift from the Earl, but I'm here for a different reason."

"May I inquire as to what, Knight Seradian?" Marduck asked.

"I would prefer if you and I can talk in privacy," Seradian replied.

"Then please, follow me."

Marduck called the old Lerian and handed him the twins' leashes with instruction to take them to their cells. Then he led Seradian to his private study. After closing the door, he offered the Knight a glass of wine and they both sat down in chairs.

"The matter of my visit is extremely sensitive, and I speak directly for the King himself," Seradian said. "I hope we can trust you to be completely discrete?"

"You don't need to worry about that, if the King wants it quiet, I will obey."

"Earl Grender is missing."

"What do you mean 'missing'?" Marduck said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sometime during the night between Sunday and Monday he simply disappeared from his room in the castle."

"Pardon me for saying it, but that sounds rather impossible. I was a guest at his castle this weekend and have seen it, and the amount of people living there. It sounds rather unlikely that the Earl could just disappear without anyone noticing something."

"I agree with you on that, but nevertheless it's just what has happened. The Earl had brought a slave to his bed and she was still there in the morning, but the Earl was nowhere to be seen."

"Surely the slave must have seen something." Marduck said.

"Apparently she didn't. The Earl had treated her rather roughly and she had passed out from exhaustion. I interrogated her myself and I believe her story."

"And how can I help in this matter?" Marduck asked.

"Since you were one of the guests at the Earl's party, and also one that had never been there before, I want you to tell me everything you saw and heard during your stay at the castle. Don't leave anything out, every single detail can prove useful."

"That might take a while, since I have a rather good memory. Let me first order the chef to prepare some food and arrange some accommodations for your men, I suspect you will all need to spend the night here."

Seradian nodded his approval and Marduck opened the door and called for the old Lerian. He instructed the man to arrange accommodations for the soldiers and to have the chef prepare a large meal for them all. Then he closed the door and returned to his chair.

After sipping some of his wine, he took a deep breath and began telling the Knight everything he remembered about the party. It was no lie that he had a good memory. As a shape-shifter it came naturally. He didn't leave anything out; even mentioning part of his feelings about the things he had seen in the torture chambers. He had instinctively noticed that the Knight was a skilled interrogator, and he told as much truth as he possibly could. It took him almost three and a half hours, but the Knight seemed pleased when he was finally finished.

"You truly have a good memory Lord Marduck," Seradian said. "All your details concur with what I have been told in other interrogations. As you might understand, the Earl does have a few enemies and we suspect the person responsible for his disappearance was a guest at the party."

"And as one of the guests, I'm also a suspect." Marduck said.

"Not any more," Seradian replied. "Your own story compares completely to what I already knew about your activities during the party, so you are now cleared from the list of suspects."

"That is comforting news."

"Unless I intrude in your privacy, may I ask what you were doing when we arrived?"

"It is no secret, and it's actually related to the Earl. I had just begun fulfilling the promise I gave Earl Grender before leaving."

"The promise about training your tiger?" Seradian asked.

"Correct. I found a suitable used slave yesterday and had its vocal cords cut. That way she can't confuse the tiger with commands. Tonight I branded her and chained her in the enclosure."

"What about the risk of the tiger killing her?"

"Sawtooth is well trained, and only kills on command, so that risk is minimal. Unless the child is stupid enough to hurt him, then all bets are off."

"If she is that stupid, then she has it coming," Seradian said.

A soft knock on the door interrupted their conversation. It was the old Lerian informing them that the meal was ready. Marduck instructed that all the soldiers and the clerk should be shown into the dining room.

"To me a guest is a guest, noble or not," Marduck explained to Seradian.

They walked to the dining room and sat down. Within a few minutes, all the soldiers and the clerk were also seated. Again the chef had outdone himself. It was evident that the soldiers had not expected such a fine meal. Even though they were the King's personal guardsmen, they were still common soldiers. Even Knight Seradian, who was used to the food at the King's court, was impressed.

Inside, Marduck smiled. How easy it was with simple means to ensure trust in people. The small cost of treating these men to a fine dinner would forever place a pleasant memory of him in their minds. After the dinner he personally inspected the soldier's accommodation; then he considered it time to deal with the clerk. He led the clerk to his study and offered him a glass of wine.

"I do apologize for taking so long before speaking to you Verneran," he said after they had sat down.

"I totally understand Lord Marduck, as I know the purpose of Knight Seradian's mission," Verneran replied. "Although Earl Grender is missing, the daily business must go on. I have with me the final owner documents for the slave. The slave should arrive about midday tomorrow. Actually I should have arrived then too, but since Knight Seradian was heading here, I decided to accompany him."

"A wise decision," Marduck said. "It always feels safer to travel with soldiers."

"It truly does. And since the documents are delivered today, you only need to sign the delivery notice tomorrow."

"You will be leaving with Seradian and his men in the morning?" Marduck asked.

"Yes I will, I need to get back to the castle as soon as possible."

Marduck then showed him to a guest bedroom and went looking for Seradian. He found him talking to his men. Apparently he informed them that Marduck was no longer a suspect. When the Knight finished, Marduck offered him to come to the library for some more wine. They both small-talked until late in the night before they finally went to bed. All this was part of his plan to make a good impression on the Knight, as he was obviously an important factor in the investigation.

After the breakfast, Marduck personally saw his guests off; then he went straight to his private library. He carefully locked the door and brought out a special bottle of wine. As he sat down in his most comfortable chair, he opened the bottle and poured himself a large glass. This wine was very expensive. One single bottle cost more than all of his current slaves put together. He had bought it for this specific occasion. Now he knew his plan had succeeded completely, he was no longer suspected for the Earl's disappearance.

Now he could finally relax. A broad smile of joy spread across his face as he enjoyed the marvelous wine. All these years of planning, training and preparing had paid off. He had kidnapped the Earl responsible for his family's death, transformed him into a child, and made him into an animal breeding slave. And no one suspected him for it. During their nightly conversation, Seradian had told him a rather comical detail. That the fact that he had bought a slave solely to keep his promise to the Earl had been what completely cleared him as a suspect. If the Knight had only known the truth. Marduck's thoughts were broken by a soft knock on the door. It was the old Lerian who inform him that the Earl's gift had arrived.

Marduck left his library and entered the yard. The slave was delivered in a wooden crate by a small carriage. As the two men driving the carriage put the crate on the ground, a horrible shriek of pain was heard from Sawtooth's enclosure.

"What was that?" one of the men asked.

Marduck looked towards the enclosure and saw that the large tiger was again raping his little slave pet. From Sawtooth's posture, he could tell what had just happened.

"I think it's my tiger that's fucking his mate in the ass for the first time," he said with a mean grin.

"But it sounded like a human."

"If you can call an eight-year-old Doranian female slave whore a human, then yes."

Marduck's comments were followed by several more pain-filled shrieks, accompanied by a loud roar from the tiger. Both the delivery men looked a little pale as the handed him the delivery note. He signed the note and sent the carriage away. With the help of the stable slave, he carried the crate into his dungeon. He thought about bringing up the two twins also, but decided he wanted the boy alone today.

He opened the lid of the crate and found the eight-year-old slave boy tightly bound inside. Small bags of cotton had been used to cushion the child inside. Marduck quickly removed the bags and lifted the preteen sex slave out onto the floor. The child was tied with soft leather straps and he carefully removed them to see if there was any bruising after the long incarceration. Since the straps were so soft there were only light bruises, and the preteen was fit for use.

Without saying anything to the slave, Marduck placed a thick leather collar around his neck. The child would receive his steel collar later. Then he led the eight-year-old boy to a large wooden pole in the middle of the room. There he made the slave kneel with its back to it and used leather straps to tightly secure him in place. The boys face was now level with Marduck's crotch.

Still without saying a word, Marduck opened his robes and revealed his now semi-erect cock. He put the tip of the cock against the eight-year-old boy's lips and pressed lightly. The child immediately opened his mouth to accept the large adult cock. Without further instructions the slave began sucking the cock, taking it as deep as he could. Marduck placed hi hands behind him and let the boy do the job; he wanted to see just how well the boy had been trained at the Earl's castle.

It was obvious that the yellow-skinned, preteen Lerian boy had received extensive oral training. The twin girls were already good, but this cute little eight-year-old boy was even better. It only took the slave five minutes to bring his new Master to orgasm. Marduck grunted as he filled the child's mouth with his warm, sticky adult sperm. He was really pleased to see that the boy managed to swallow it all, without spilling a drop.

Marduck let the boy remain tied to the post as he sat down in a chair to recover from the orgasm. Since the boy slave was already trained, he had to decide how to treat him. Either he would use him as a torment slave, meaning severe whippings and extreme bondage. Or he would use him as a pleasure slave like the seven-year-old twin girls, meaning less bondage and whipping, but more humiliation. After some thought he decided that the boy himself would unknowingly decide its own fate.

He returned to the child and released him from the post. Then he stepped back and looked him in the eyes.

"You show good oral skill, slave," he said with a neutral tone. "Now position yourself to be fucked."

This was what would decide the eight-year-old slave boy's fate. A few meters beside the post was a padded bench with attached straps, if the boy walked to it he would become a torment slave. But the boy didn't walk to the bench. He just stepped away from the post and got down on all fours, presenting his butt. This meant Marduck would use him as a pleasure slave.

Marduck picked up a bottle of olive oil and began lubricating the child's tight asshole. Then he also lubricated his now rock-hard manhood. He positioned himself behind the slave and began gently pushing his cock inside. When the tip was fully inside, he paused to let the boy get used to the feeling. Then he slowly pushed deeper and deeper, pausing along the way. When half of his large cock was buried inside the boy's tight ass he began fucking the tight preteen asshole, going a little deeper with each stroke.

The slave didn't scream or cry, but he was sobbing and teardrops ran along his chin. Marduck leaned forward and put his lips to the slave's ear.

"You made a wise choice, slave," he said. "If you had walked to the bench to position yourself, you would have elected yourself to become a torment slave. Now you will become a pleasure slave, and that means a gentler, but more humiliating service."

"Thank you Master," the eight-year-old sex slave said between his sobs.

Marduck grabbed the boy's hips and began fucking the preteen harder and faster. The child's asshole was incredibly tight and it really squeezed his cock like a vise. He had already cum once, but it still only took a few minutes before he felt another orgasm approaching. As he crossed the edge he pushed in as deep as he could get and filled the little boy slave's bowels with his semen. He let the child remain in his position and again sat down in the chair.

"Crawl to the table, pick up the leash with your teeth and bring it to me," he ordered after a few minutes.

The boy did as ordered and brought him the leash, crawling an all fours. Marduck attached the leash to the slave's collar and the left the dungeon with the boy crawling by his side. Outside the dungeon he called the old Lerian and told him to take the boy slave to his cell to be fed and cleaned.

After some thought, he went to his study to do some work while the little boy was prepared. This evening he would introduce him to the twins. And if they all pleased him well enough, maybe he would let them fuck each other. The thought of watching the eight-year-old boy fucking one of the seven-year-old twins while the other girl sucked his cock was really arousing.

Epilogue

It was now Sunday evening and Marduck had just returned from the town council meeting. He sat in the chair in his study, reading through some documents regarding next week's sex slave auction. Since both the twin girls and the boy were pleasure slaves, he needed to get a new torment slave. Among the listed objects was an eleven-year-old Bergerian girl that was apparently still virgin. A girl of that age would be able to receive rougher rape without getting injured. And since she would become his only torment slave, she would receive the full attention of his darker lusts.

Marduck's thoughts were broken by a soft knock on the door. It was the old Lerian, and he asked if he could speak to his Master in private. This puzzled Marduck quite a bit, as the old man had never asked that before. He told him to enter and sit down; then he locked the door again and returned to his own chair. It was obvious that the old man was nervous. Marduck sat silently, letting the slave take the first step.

"I know I'm taking a great risk saying this, but I feel I must know," the man finally said.

Marduck remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm an old man, and I have seen a lot in my life. I have had several owners, but you Lord Marduck, have been the only one I ever felt loyalty to. That's why I feel I must say and ask this."

Again Marduck remained silent.

"Many say that with age comes intelligence, and I do know how to lay a puzzle. Over the years I have noticed several things that indicate that everything isn't what it seems. It's only small details that you would only notice if you live here."

"Please continue," Marduck said with both his face and tone completely neutral.

"Two details are Fury and Sawtooth. If you spend long enough time around them you notice their impressive intelligence. And also the relationship between them and you is very special. Your treatment of your wife is not as unusual as you might expect, I have actually had Masters that's been far crueler to their wives than you, Lord Marduck."

The man paused, but Marduck remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"There are several more tiny details I have noticed, but the last thing came this week. I know your lusts and tastes. Therefore I got rather surprised when you told me about the girl now chained in Sawtooth's enclosure. I know you actually don't like the Earl, so I could not figure out why you wanted to please him like that. Then those soldiers arrived. While arranging their accommodation, I heard them mentioning that the Earl was missing."

Again the old man paused, but Marduck signaled him to continue.

"The morning they left I heard them say you were not suspected to have anything to do with the Earl going missing. But for some reason, I believe you do. And if you do, I'm glad. Earl Grender was responsible for my capture; it was his first sponsored expedition. I know I'm placing my life at risk by saying this, but I feel I must."

Marduck remained silent for several minutes, trying to decide what to do. For the entire time he kept a neutral expression on his face. When he had finally decided what to do, the old man was clearly scared.

"To say I don't like the Earl is an understatement of gigantic proportions, I utterly hate the man," Marduck said. "You did take a huge risk by saying what you did, but by doing so, you have proven that I can really trust you."

The old Lerian let out a sigh of relief.

"What I will now tell you, old man, may never leave this room," Marduck said.

"I would never do anything to break your trust, Master,"

"Good. First of all, yes I am responsible for the Earl's disappearance. Actually I'm solely responsible. Second, the little girl chained inside Sawtooth's enclosure is actually the Earl himself."

Marduck could not stop himself from smiling when he saw the stunned expression on the man's face. This was clearly more than he had expected.

"How is that possible?" the man asked.

"How much do you know about the Doranian's and their culture?" Marduck replied.

The counter-question made the old man pause and think for a minute. Then his face took on a surprised expression.

"I have heard some rumors about them having shamans that can transform into animals, but I never believed it."

"Then you better start believing now," Marduck stated.

"Do you mean you know of such a shaman?"

"Even better than that, I am such a shaman."

The old man was shocked. It took him several minutes before he could speak again.

"But that means you are a Doranian, and not an Aragian," he stated.

"Correct," Marduck replied. "A Doranian shaman, with some special lusts that are very unusual for my race."

"Sawtooth and Fury?"

"They are both former Doranians. Fury is a man who officially died of sickness and Sawtooth is the man who 'escaped'."

"But why?"

"It's a long story, but the Earl is responsible for the murder of my entire family and also for the capture of Sawtooth. Fury is having fun with my wife to punish her for how she treated him before he 'died'."

"And the real Marduck?"

"Dead since before I came to this province. In all aspects, I am Marduck."

"You must have been planning this for a long time," the man said.

"For almost ten years. And now I have finally achieved my goal."

"And what will you do now that you have 'captured' the Earl?"

"Now I will continue to enjoy my life, and then we will see."

The old man looked at his Master and a broad smile spread across his face.

"Your secret will be safe with me, Master, I will take it with me into my grave."

"That can be prevented," Marduck said with a smile.

First the man's face showed fear, and then he realized what his Master meant.

"I will have to think about that, Master," the old man said.

"Do so, the offer stands. And I also have a little request for you. I would really appreciate if you treated the girl in Sawtooth's enclosure as an animal, and not as a human."

"That will be a pure pleasure, My Lord," the man said with a big smile.

"I will inform both Sawtooth and Fury that you know our secret, I leave it up to you if you want to tell the former Earl."

"He knows about this?"

"He knows as much as you."

The old man rose from his chair and bowed deep to his Master before leaving the room. Marduck remained in his chair. He knew he was taking a big risk letting the old man in on his secret, but the only other option would have been to kill him. Nevertheless he would keep a close eye on the man for the next months.

Then an idea began forming in his head. If the old man were to accept the offer, it could mean the beginning of an ever greater scheme. What if he let the old man become his 'son'. When the 'son' later became an adult, Marduck could 'die' from sickness. Then he could take the place as his own son and let the Lerian become an 'advisor'. And his son would need a wife, perhaps one that would bring him a higher rank. If he planned this well, eventually he might even be able to reach the royal family…

The End!