A New Slave part 4 (Mf soft-nc oral anal) by Foxbat


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A New Slave part 4 (Mf soft-nc oral anal) by Foxbat



   Olaf returned from his work to his apartment earlier than usual.  He had to make sure that his slave was properly prepared, and get them over to Jann's place.  Although it was supposed to be informal, this was a rather big deal for Olaf, much the way getting the slave had been.  It was a sign of acceptance into the strange culture of this place.

   It was also a big deal since his slave had never left his apartment since the day she had arrived there.  Olaf wanted to have a little spare time to show her around the city.  He had been working on her to display the proper manners for a slave in public, and although he was still a little nervous that his liberal treatment of her at home might have spoiled her, the time had come.

   Unlike the usual routine, no delicious smells of dinner greeted him at the door.  He found Sklavia in the sleeping room, working on her reading skills, reading aloud one of the stories he'd left for her to entertain herself with.  When she heard him enter though, she leapt up to greet her master.

   Removing his tunic, Olaf had to swat her little hands away from his cock, which was hardening, despite his best efforts.  He needed to save himself for the evening.  Smiling devilishly, she finally gave up tempting him. 

   Her attire for her first public appearance was to be exactly what she normally wore - nothing save a slave's collar.  Olaf told her to go fix her hair though, as he himself but on his best set of robes.

   When they were both ready, he reminded her to keep her eyes downcast at all times, to speak under no circumstances, and to not resist anything which anyone might do to her.  She nodded, and they stepped outside.

  He could hear her suck in her breath as they descended to the ground floor at the view.  They walked down several streets, working their way into a better part of the city.  Everywhere they went, heads turned to check out Olaf's slave.  Doing his best to ignore it, Olaf walked briskly, trusting that she was following him right behind him.  

   Eventually, they arrived at Jann's apartment, which was a much nicer ground floor apartment.  Knocking on the door, Jann greeted him with the traditional short bow and partial hug of this culture.  Olaf followed him inside to an atrium, where Jann motioned for him to be seated.  As he had told her to, Sklavia knelt beside the chair.

   Olaf and Jann then proceeded to make small talk for a while until dinner was ready, which was established when a rather curvy brunette entered the room and knelt by Jann until he acknowledged her.

   Small talk continued over the first part of dinner.  This day's events had moved them even closer to war, and there was much to discuss with respect to this that could not be said within the walls of the Patron's place.  Eventually though, as food sated the hunger of the two men, conversation turned to another hunger.

   Sklavia, meanwhile, had moved from kneeling by her master in the sitting room to kneeling by him in the kitchen following her master.  Before the meal was served though, Olaf had dismissed her to help Jann's slave with serving.  

   Following the brunette into the kitchen, Sklavia hoped she was being good and not dishonoring her master.  Most of her day had been spent worrying about tonight.  She was not particularly enthusiastic about being used by another man, but there seemed not to be much choice, and what she had seen of Jann through the corners of her eyes had not been unpleasant.  He was somewhat taller and thinner than Master, with more of a lean athletic build in comparison to Master's strong stocky build.  She was wondering what he looked like under the robes when she realized the other slave was talking to her now that they were in the kitchen.  She was talking very fast, and quietly, so Sklavia only understood the gist of what she said.

   Nodding, Sklavia helped the other girl bring out the dishes in the right order.  When that was done though, she, following the other girl's lead, knelt by her master.

   Turning to her now, Olaf commanded her to present herself to Olaf.  Standing, she walked over as he had made her practice back home, and stood in front of him with her legs shoulder width apart and her hands behind her back.  She could understand Jann complimenting Olaf about her, which made her blush somewhat.  

   Stealing a quick glance at Olaf for his approval, she found herself holding her breath as Jann's hand approached her naked body.  Contact was electric.  His hand, soft, moved from her stomach up to her breasts, which he caressed gently, before moving back down.  Sklavia felt herself becoming excited in spite of her anxiety, as his hand continued down past her navel, to probe gently into her folds.  

   Jann watched the girl squeeze her eyes shut, seeing her chest heave with uneven breaths as he fondled her gently, running his fingers through her slit.  Finally withdrawing his hand, he gave Olaf a short bow and a half smile, acknowledging his friend's good taste.  

   Sklavia was just lost enough in the sensation that it took her a moment to notice that it had stopped, and to remember what was going on.  She opened her eyes, just in time to see Jann touching his brunette slave on the head.  Without further encouragement, she stood and assumed the same position next to Olaf.  

   Olaf glanced quickly at Sklavia, who, although a little flush, seemed to be taking things fairly well, before turning the the curvy brunette in front of him.  She had larger breasts than Sklavia, topped with nipples which stood out in the cool air.  Her dark hair framed a rounded face, in which the girl's eyes seemed brilliantly bright.  Although her expression was mostly blank, Olaf could see a playfulness in her eyes, as if she was very much enjoying this already.  Olaf reached out, and ran his finger down her side, watching her shiver.  He could tell she wanted to move away from the finger as goosebumps broke out in its wake, but she held her ground, defying him.  As his finger passed over her belly, he could feel her sucking in her breath, as he teasingly ran his finger down her leg before coming back up to the folds of her pussy.  Unlike Sklavia, this girl had large inner labia, which pushed themselves out proudly from her outer labia, protruding into the space between her legs.

   Olaf ran his finger lightly over the surface before adroitly pushing his finger inside the girl, whose only reaction was an intake of breath, an almost imperceptible shiver, and an even more devilish look, indicating that she enjoyed the gamesmanship.

   Olaf now understood some of what his friend had been telling him about this slave - she had a side to her that Jann was not equipped to deal with - a feral evil side, which made her disobey him deliberately, because she found the idea of "punishment" exciting, and because she knew it made him uncomfortable.  Jann was a gentle person at heart - a good man - who found himself sometimes at a loss for how to deal with a girl like this.  Judging by the look of pure lust on her face, Olaf judged that the idea of being fingered by a barbarian was getting her off.  Just as he sensed that she was about to come, he removed his hand.  He smiled slightly, as she tried unsuccessfully to hide the frustration.

   Olaf returned the short bow.  Perhaps this might be rather fun after all, he thought.  Sklavia was scrutinizing his every movement, he saw, trying desperately to read the situation, clearly somewhat jealous that the brunette might be better at pleasing him than she was.  Olaf felt brief residual guilt - what he was doing was perfectly normal and moral by the standards of this place, despite the fact that it most definitely did not agree with his upbringing.  He had vowed to be one of them, though, for better or worse, and Sklavia would eventually see the wisdom in it and follow, he felt.  

   Besides, he'd decided to each this wayward girl a lesson.  

   The scripted part of the evening was now over, as he could see Jann drawing Sklavia to him for a kiss.  Turning to the brunette, he simply dropped his gaze pointedly to the prominent tent which the front of his robe had become.  Hesitating just enough to register her feelings on the subject but not enough to be accused of delaying, the girl dropped to her knees.  Peeling his robes out of the way, she uncovered his cock, which sprang free.  Taking it in her mouth, she began working on him. 

   Olaf could see that Sklavia was similarly engaged on Jann, and judging by the look on his friend's face, he was definitely enjoying it.  He turned his attention back to the girl before him.  Seeing one of her hands selfishly departing, he quickly intercepted it and indicated that his ball sack required its attention.  No closer to coming than he was earlier, Olaf considered seeing if the girl was trained to deepthroat, but decided that her failure in this regard might reflect poorly on Jann, and thus poorly on him as a guest for creating the situation.  

   Instead, Jann pulled her off his cock, and, leaving her on her hands and knees, walked around behind her, ignoring her for a minute to watch Sklavia stand and lower herself onto Jann's hard cock.  Her face was reddish from the excitement, and Olaf could hear Jann whispering to her what a beautiful girl she was and how well she was doing.

   Olaf figured he'd return the favor to Jann by teaching his girl what was important.  When he turned back to her, she was looking over her shoulder at him, smiling smugly in anticipation of what was to come and waving her posterior suggestively.  Using one hand to turn her head, Olaf guided his penis into her dripping pussy, feeling her warmth encircle him, as he took a few strokes, not bothering to shorten them for her comfort.

   Then, without any pretense, he withdrew.  The girl looked back over her shoulder at him, confused, moving her hips towards him, as if to recapture his cock.  Olaf smiled back at her the way she'd been smiling at him earlier.

   When she felt his cock again, it was not at the entrance to her pussy, it was pressing against her anus.  Olaf was not generally much a fan of anal sex, but he could tell instantly, that she was even less of a fan.  He watched her internal battle, as her training told her to be still and take it, but her desire screamed for her to put the cock back where it belonged and plunge towards orgasm.  

   Olaf increased the pressure slightly, and watched her training win the battle.  Punishments could be harsh here, and despite Jann's inclination towards kindness, the brunette had clearly suffered for disobedience before coming into his possession.  With a pained expression, the brunette relaxed her sphincter enough to let Olaf penetrate her.  

   To the accompaniment of Sklavia moans of ecstacy, Jann's grunts of pleasure, and the brunette's whimpering, the inches of Olaf's hardness disappeared into the stretched rear of the poor girl.  When he had fully penetrated her, he began a slow thrusting, noticing for the first time how the increased friction made the sensation distinctive and pleasant.  Under him, he noticed the grunts of discomfiture becoming more enthusiastic.  Confirming his suspicions, Olaf forcefully removed 3 dripping fingers from the girl's pussy, using one of his hands to hold both of hers captive, as he continued fucking her. 

   With the other hand, he tweaked her nipples, and occasionally gave her a little rub, just to keep her frustrated.  The look of pure spite directed at him from the brunette would have been enough to wilt a lesser man, but Olaf just rammed his pole in deeper, conveying his utter disregard for her feelings on the matter.

   "A slave is supposed to put her Master first."  Olaf whispered fiercely to her, punctuating his remark with a hard thrust.  He could feel her straining to free her hands, trying to rub herself against his leg, attempting desperately to stimulate herself.  

   "Even this barbarian knows that."  Olaf increased his pace, rutting into the girl, pushing her face into the floor with his free hand as he slammed his cock into her rectum.

   He looked up briefly to see Sklavia back on her knees, cleaning off Jann's gleaming tool.  Looking back down at the slave under him, her ass impaled on his dick, her tits swinging in time with his thrusting, and her face glaring up at him through the haze of sexual frustration, he finally released his load into her.  When the last pulse of semen had left his cock, he withdrew.  Retaining his grip on her hands, he wiped his cum-covered cock across her face, before sitting back in the chair.

   Pulling her over by the wrists, he motioned that she was to clean his cock off.

   "And don't you dare touch yourself."  The sternness in his voice was enough to make it clear what the consequences would be.  

   As she tentatively suck her tongue out to remove the less-than-appetizing mixture of fluids from his penis, Olaf leaned down and spoke into her ear.

   "You are a slave.  You may not like it, but you are.  A slave exists to server her Master.  If your Master wants you to play games, and be devilish, then you should be.  But if you Master just wants to fuck you, then you should be grateful that he's using you.  You are lucky to have Jann as your Master - he is a kind man.  If I were your Master, you would learn quickly that your pleasure is a gift that a Master gives to you, not something you are in any way entitled to.  He could fuck you like I did, and deny you pleasure, but instead he chooses not to.  And you thank him with disobedience and wantonness."

   Most of the slime which had covered Olaf's cock was now gone, but the girl continued licking it anyways.

   "Stand up.  Turn around.  Bend over and hold your ankles."  Olaf commanded.  The girl complied silently.  After using his hand to pat her thighs in a motion to spread her legs, Olaf pushed two fingers from his left hand into her vagina, which was now somewhat drier than it had been before.  With his right hand, he gently pinched her clitoris and the top of her labia minora between his thumb and index finger.  Jerking his right hand back and forth as if he were scribbling out a note, Olaf pushed his fingers further into her hole.  Within a few seconds of this stimulation, her wetness returned, and a minute later, he felt her spasm as she came.  He removed his hands immediately, leaving her with a less than stellar orgasm.  

   Letting her turn around, Olaf had her lick his hands clean in thanks for her orgasm.  Her eyes were downcast the entire time.



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   When they returned to the apartment, Olaf could tell that Sklavia was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.  Olaf disrobed, and they lay in bed together silently for a while.  Olaf was just drifting off to sleep, when Sklavia, who he'd thought was asleep, asked him if he'd enjoyed his time with the brunette.  

   "I would never trade her for you.  She was disobedient, a *hare*" he said, using the word for harlot from their native tongue.  "She was impudent, and I taught her a lesson."

   "But I sometime impudent."  Sklavia looked concerned, clearly frightened by the way she'd seen Olaf treating the brunette slave, and not wanting a similar fate to befall her.

   "But you do it to be cute - because I like you to be."  Sklavia smiled finally, reassured.

   No sooner had they drifted off to sleep, when a loud tone woke them up.  Throwing on a robe, Olaf went to the door.  

   Confused, Sklavia waited for him to return to the sleeping room to ask what was going on.  Olaf looked had a look she'd never seen in his eyes before - equal parts excitement, apprehension and, regret.  

   "War has come," he said. 





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