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(c) 2008 Sirsemega
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either the product of the author's disturbed imagination and are
used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead,
undead or mostly harmless, business establishments, events, or
locales
is entirely coincidental.
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Life in the Harem part 3

Modern day harem life of slaves and their struggles for alpha slave
status.
Master is unaware of the intrigue and back stabbings that go on when
he is away from the harem between his sex slaves. Or is he?
Cast:
Calista: Lead character
Master: Master and owner
Sir Jon: Master's longtime friend
Lady Martha: Master's first wife
Lucinda: a very ambitious slave who takes an interest in Calista
Jacinta: Paired off with Calista, she too is a house slave
Mildred: Mother hen to the slaves, she is the eldest house slave
Jasmine: Arab slave girl who took over for Calista as greeter

THE HOUSE SLAVE COUNCIL

I was summoned shortly afterwards by Mildred to sit at the house slave
council. Whether Master had formally created it, or the house slaves
had at one point to police themselves, I do not know, however, when I
entered the room, I was motioned to sit at the table along with
Mildred, another house slave, and Jacinta. It seemed that we now had
seniority. Once seated, Mildred informed us that we were now members
of the house slave council and that Master had tasked us to select
replacements for all the house slaves that had left. My role had been
expanded, I had been given more responsibility. I was thrilled with
what I perceived as a promotion and I resolved myself to put all that
I could into fulfilling my duty of finding appropriate house slave
candidates.

As house slaves, we came in contact with everyone on the estate in
some way or form. From serving Master's food, to his guests, to
attending to stable hands and workmen, to kennel slaves. I had not had
much contact with the kennel slaves, as being directly under the
control of mistress Stella during her time here, I was kept on a very
real short leash! That now changed as Mildred remarked to me that one
of the determining factors of my promotion from kennel slave to house
slave, was how well I had trained my replacement, correcting her when
she had gotten out of line. I blushed at that, and was surprised that
Mildred or anyone for that matter knew about the incident with the
little Arab slave girl, whom I had punished for asking me about my
past.
"There is no secrecy here. Nothing you or I can do will not go
unnoticed by someone. Master was VERY thorough in building this
estate. If you do something you are not supposed to do, it will be
found out."
I shivered, knowing what punishment felt like, and a small part of me
was glad that I had asked for the chastity belt that now was locked
securely around my waist, securing my sex from my weakened self
control.
I was also glad that I had behaved properly when I was a trainer, and
that my behavior was noticed. It reinforced the rules that had been
drilled into my head from the beginning. It was comforting to have
this predictable backdrop for an otherwise unpredictable existence. A
method to the madness, so to speak.
Now I was to follow the progress of the "untagged" kennel slaves.
Untagged meant that they were slaves that were not spoken for. No
plans had been arranged for them. The kennels had two types of slaves,
"Tagged" slaves, were brought in for a short time, either for
training, processing, or just holding. The estate was large enough to
be able to handle a decent amount of slaves internally, which I
assumed made it a good hub for processing them without drawing
attention. These were typically female, although there were plenty of
male slaves, who were meant for some other destination and owner.
Instructions for them varied. Some owners actually took part in the
training indoctrination and at various training stages. Their owners
would determine when to take them away from the estate to their new
home, while others were locked away in their cage with no contact
other than food and water given to them. Others would come back from
time to time for "retraining" or rehabilitation.

The "untagged" slaves had no one interested in them or spoken for.
They ranged from runaways and abductees, to poor foreigners that their
families had sold into slavery. These slaves, I was one of them, had
no one interested in them, and so were available for clients to use,
hire, and purchase. Master had a large estate and a large household,
so he always made sure that he had stock to select from, for positions
within the estate. The most menial tasks were handled by the kennel
slaves. All were left naked with nothing but a leather crossed body
harness of strips, and a collar. They scurried around the estate
outside on the grounds, doing menial physical work under the watchful
gaze of the estate. When not sleeping, or working, they were trained
in a variety of ways to learn the ways of Master's slavery protocol
and training. The methods were harsh and mistakes were not easily
forgiven.
On occasion, clients would arrive at the estate and Master would take
them around to the kennels. It was a grotesque enactment of a person
going to the animal shelter, shopping for a new pet. They would pick
and choose from them, taking each out of their cages, and then would
"get acquainted" with them. Most would take their time brutally
getting to know one slave, putting it through its paces, running them,
trashing them, and fucking them for hours, only to shake their heads
and repeat the process with the next kennel slave in the following
cage. Some clients really did enjoy "window shopping" more than
actually purchasing, only to have reached their limit for the visit
and go home without making a purchase. These were the slaves the house
slave council were to choose from to replenish our ranks.

Slave Mildred, always organized, had made a list of candidates to
follow and watch. We committed the list to memory and started to watch
them. I had noticed that the Arab girl I had trained as my replacement
was on the list, she still had my old duty as greeter, and I went and
visited her. Putting her through her paces, I quizzed her on the rules
of the estate, her training, and body positions. I tested her.
Satisfied with our first meeting, I left her with a warning that I was
watching her. Properly demure as was fitting for a kennel slave while
in the presence of a house slave, she thanked me for my interest and
had assured me that she would continue to be the best kennel slave
that she could be.

The other kennel slaves on the list performed equally well, although
they were not as memorable as the Arab girl, since I had not been in
contact with them before. I kept an eye on a few of them, those that
stood out to me. During my time as a house slave, I noticed that the
slaves that didn't get along with the others usually created more
drama and tension for all of us. That was likely to get us noticed by
Master in a bad way. Mildred had alluded to this fact. Unlike myself,
the other house slaves were often used by Master's guests, as well as
the other house slaves. Curiously, during my time at the estate, I had
not seen Master take any of the house slaves for himself. Because I
was "flagged", sexual contact with me had been reduced to nothing
since Stella had been taken away. The chastity belt also had a
profound effect on me and the others. It prevented me from
satisfaction, frustrating me as I spent many nights in tears
scratching at the metal shield that blocked my delicate touch on my
neglected pussy and clit. The other house slaves saw the belt as a
punishment technique, one that they were not to keen to experience
themselves after the many questions they asked of me during my
imprisonment.

Over the course of the week, I stumbled across the council members
putting the listed kennel slaves through various tasks, poses and
tortures. Sometimes I would join in, other times my duties required me
to pass on the invitation. By the end of the week, the house slave
council met again with our selections in tow. Each kennel slave was to
stand at attention, head back, chest thrust out, arms glued to their
sides, and legs spread open in front of them, just like I had when I
first came before the council.

Each of us had selected candidates and as that kennel slave was
presented, our arguments were heard by the rest of the council. I had
chosen the Arab girl who had taken over my kennel slave duties as
greeter. After deliberation, she and the other candidates were
welcomed into the fold as house slaves. I had the pleasure of naming
the Arab girl, and she proudly accepted her new name: Jasmine.

Just as Jacinta had for me, it became my duty to train Slave Jasmine
to become a house slave. Her failures would also be mine, so I
impressed upon her that she should take her training seriously.
Perhaps it was the frustration from my own loins, perhaps I just
wanted to make a point that she would remember, but when we met that
first morning for training, I remembered the tasks that Stella had set
upon me, and applied them brutally to Jasmine. The night before, I had
shown her how to get dressed in her uniform. I had gone over the rules
of keeping up appearances, or taking orders, and I commanded her to
report to my room bright and early the next morning for her training.

When she knocked at the door, I opened it, grabbed her by the hair and
dragged her into the room. She whimpered as I threw her to the floor
in the middle of the room. She sat there, on her knees confused and a
little shocked. Time for her to realize how serious I was.
"Bitch!" I started. "Every morning your first task of the day, after
you have gotten dressed of course," I looked gravely into her eyes,
towering above her in the nude. "will be to present yourself to me,
your new mistress and trainer."
I continued. "You will be on your knees outside my door, knock and
wait for me to open it. At that point you will beg your mistress to
dress her and to train your stupid ass to become a worthy house
slave."
I crotched down and was now level with her face. I slapped her hard
across the cheek. She winced and clutched her cheek. I slapped her
hand away, then slapped her again.
"Understand, Bitch?"
Her eyes had gone from confusion, to pain, to now fear. A small tear
bubbled from her left eye, the side of the face that had been slapped
by me. She slowly nodded.
SLAP! I hit her again. "Understand?"
She got the hint.
"Yes mistress!" She answered quickly.
"Good," I said, and then I dragged her to the door. "Let's try this
again, shall we?"
I opened the door and shoved her out into the hallway, and slammed the
door shut again.
That day, Jasmine learned to take her training, her new position and
me very seriously. The rest of the training went by quickly with only
minor corrections needed.

MASTER'S FIRST WIFE

One day about three weeks later, Master's first wife, Lady Martha
arrived. Word spread quickly around the estate. She was a woman not to
be trifled with. Jasmine and I were cleaning the foyer as she was
shown into the main house. Striding confidently in, she was an older
woman, a bit heavy, yet still very pretty. She had the same complexion
as Master and reminded me more of a sister to Master than a wife and
lover. Snapping her fingers, she hissed at us to drop our cleaning
brushes and to take her luggage up to her room. Master had set aside a
few rooms specifically for regulars. Sir Jon had one as well. These
rooms were off limits to other guests as they contained personal items
that were left there for return visits. This allowed them to not have
to pack all of the various sundries that they would need for the
extended amounts of time they stayed here on the estate. This was the
first time that she had visited since I was here.

Even though she already had a fully furnished suite, Lady Martha had
packed more items than any other visitor had. Jasmine and I struggled
with all of her suitcases as we had to make three trips before setting
about the task of unpacking and putting everything away in the
multiple dressers and wardrobes within the room. Just like Master and
his eldest friend Sir Jon, Lady Martha had the same background of
middle class. Not born to royalty, she more than made up for her
background now as she enjoyed all the luxuries of her status. She
enjoyed giving instructions, pointing out where everything was to be
laid out and put away, sending one of us off to retrieve fresh
laundered towels, a case of bottled water and other items. She seemed
to have no problem ordering us around.

Jasmine had a little trouble getting one of the drawers open and Lady
Martha gave her a sharp slap in the head. "Hurry up about it!" she
menaced as Jasmine let out whelp and moved quickly to open the drawer
and put Lady Martha's clothes away. Once done, Lady Martha pointed the
door out to us, waving us to go as she spoke animatedly into her
phone. We scurried out and resumed our task of cleaning the foyer.

That evening as we stood at attention serving dinner in the dinning
room, Lady Martha had a heated conversation with Master. Somehow she
had "gone through" another batch of slaves and simply needed to
replenish her stock. Master calmly denied her request, which
infuriated Lady Martha to no end. "I can't live without them!" she
screamed. "I have a certain lifestyle to maintain!"
Master swilled his glass of wine. "I suspect you've probably sold them
all off for the money, my dear. Didn't our settlement keep you
comfortable enough?"
She scoffed. "Exile, is more like it. That house you gave me is too
small, and out in the middle of no where. I have no social life to
speak of, and certainly not one of those slaves you gave me was
suitable or presentable to be seen with me around town."
Lady Martha snapped her fingers and beckoned me to come to her. I did.
"What about this one?" she grabbed my collar and yanked me off balance
so that I was bent over, my face just below hers.
"This one just might be able to be seen with me in front of company."
She grabbed my face in her hand, twisted it left and right as she
examined me closely. "Oh you are a lovely one, aren't you?"
I gasped, "Yes, my Lady."
Master seemed to stiffen, just barely. "She's not for you, my dear."
He said. There was a hint of warning in his voice, although Lady
Martha seemed to ignore it.
"I think she would make an excellent handmaiden for me..." she
continued. "Her skin is a little too tender though, really dear, you
simply must not go easy on these creatures!"
Master smiled. "Well, there was a time when I did go a little too easy
on you, my dear!"
Lady Martha hesitated only for a second, then regained herself.
"All in the past," she replied. "You're tastes became a little too
extreme for my comfort." She released me, and I quickly struggled back
up and into my position.
"I will however," Master said. "Assign her and the other to you during
your stay."
No! He didn't just say that! I screamed inwardly to myself.
Lady Martha licked her lips.
"I will point out to you, my dear, that she has been flagged."
She frowned at hearing that.
"You still remember what that means, right?"
She nodded, glanced at both of us, and then added. "Just the blonde
one, correct? The other has no such restrictions?"
Master nodded and turned his attention to one of the other guests.
Lady Martha smiled. It sent a shiver down my spine, and a quick glance
over at Jasmine told me that she was in more fear than I was.

Not quite sure how this little scene plays out so will save it for
another time... (perhaps Jasmine is taken by Lady Martha to leave the
estate with her, that could bring back a reunion of some sort later on
with Jasmine telling what happens at Lady Martha's house--Lady Martha,
I think has her hands in some nefarious things. Even though exiled, I
think she has made some underground connections that she thinks Master
isn't aware of, even though Master has alluded to the fact that he is
aware that Lady Martha is reselling his slaves that he has given her.
I picture Jasmine attending shlocky theater premiers, and raunchy
orgies at Lady Martha's, kind of a low rent roman blue blood type)

THE FIRST TRIP

After Lady Martha's stay, she somehow managed to convince Master to
part with Jasmine. There was a few moments of tearful farewells before
Jasmine was led off to accompany Lady Martha back to her estate. I
wondered if I would ever get to see Jasmine again, but I quickly put
that out of my mind and focused on the fact that I was still here.
Slave Mildred announced a week later as we hurriedly went about
getting ready for our tasks, that Master would be taking a "business
trip". I had found out from Jacinta later on that Master would plan
trips on occasion to replenish his stock as well as deliver fully
trained product to his customers. During these trips, Master would
tend to select a group of slaves to accompany him for his personal
care, although another group of slaves would be mixed in as well, and
those, would be sold and delivered to his customers. None of the
slaves would know if they would be the ones sold, or kept and brought
back to the estate.

Preparations were made, and instructions handed out to us, as Jacinta
and I helped pack, and organize various boxes and trunks for the trip.
It was only at the last minute that both Jacinta and I were instructed
to pack our uniforms and accompany Master on his trip. We were to be
his servants during the trip, waiting on his every need while away. We
boarded the large plane, fully uniformed and were instructed to take
up positions in the galley (kitchen). The plane was far larger than
Master's jet; this was like a proper passenger airline only the
passenger compartment was separated with a locking door that walled
off the baggage section. In this case, Jacinta pointed out about
twenty slaves from the kennels all chained together like a chain gang
being loaded into that section from a separate set of stairs.
Master came on board, neatly dressed in an impeccable navy blue suit
along with his body guards and an equally bespoke Arab gentleman.
Following Master on his arm was the lovely Lucinda, the former house
slave that had been promoted to the exalted status of harem slave. She
was dressed in a very expensive stylish cashmere dress. Dark red that
went well with her dark complexion. The dress reeked of money, but the
lines were cut deeper than a rich woman would feel comfortable with.
Lucinda came across as high priced whore, more than a rich classy
woman. She was neither, but she did have the style and grace to fit in
with Master and his Arab guest. We got underway and were soon in the
air. One of the bodyguards, big and burly came back to us and handed
us a sheet of instructions. It was a lunch menu we were to prepare for
Master and his guest. We went about fixing the food and then loaded it
on the cart and rolled it up to them. Master took the lunch and
without a further look dismissed us. Lucinda gave me a quick smile
when our eyes met and then she turned her full attention towards
Master. After we had passed earshot, he again began speaking
animatedly with the Arab guest. Lucinda looked like she was amusing
herself and not paying attention to the conversation, but something
told me that she was paying very close attention to what was being
said between the two without giving any hint to either of them.

We repeated this again for dinner and by early morning we felt the
plane descend. Looking out of the window, we saw that we were coming
towards a desert island. On the island we could see an old castle
fortress, its walls surrounding a small lush oasis with palm trees and
water. One of the bodyguards came back to us, sat down and started
what seemed like a well practiced speech.
"Ok listen up cunts," he said.
"This customer is a very important client for your Master. You both
have been chosen for this trip because of how well you have embraced
your roles. Consider this a reward, as your Master has been pleased
with the both of you."
"However," he added with a sneer of the sinister, "Do not take this
charity as an act of weakness. You are still very much under the
control of your Master. He is your god, your lord, your Master. Any
deviation from his command will be met with swift and harsh
corrections."
Both of us nodded.
"I'm sure you saw on our approach that this is an island. So there is
no hope of escaping, unless you want to swim the thirty five miles of
shark infested ocean to the mainland. This castle and this stronghold
may look old, but is a well maintained fortress that was built
originally to traffic slaves many centuries ago. The people here are
of the same mind as your Master, so don't get your hopes up that you
can persuade someone here to help you."
Again we nodded and stayed quiet.
"Do as your told, serve your Master, and all will be well. Don't and
you'll be in the same lot as the other slaves we've brought here."
I gulped; I hadn't realized my mouth was so dry.
"Y...yes...s...s...sir..." I said.
Jacinta said the same.

We were escorted off the plane by that same giant bodyguard after
Master and Lucinda had left with his other bodyguard and the Arab
gentleman. Gentleman. I had a little trouble thinking of him as a
gentleman now that my imagination was allowed to run wild with all the
possible traumas that the other kennel slaves would be put through. We
saw them, miserable, hungry, tired and scared as they were offloaded
from the baggage compartment of the plane. They were being force-
marched up to the castle, while we piled into the luggage car with all
of Master's baggage and drove the long dry road up the front gate of
the stone walled castle.

After we had unpacked Master's baggage, the both of us were chained to
a ring set into the wall near the large dark oak bed. Our chains,
attached to our collars gave us just enough slack to lay down on the
large pillow on the floor that, no doubt, had been used by other
slaves before us while their Master was away doing business. Everyone
had left us alone. Both the bodyguards and our hosts had not so much
as looked at us. There was no groping, no quick hidden squeezes, not
lingering eyes, or stolen kisses. Everything, from my perspective, was
very efficient, businesslike and orderly. We both were quiet. Kneeling
on the pillow, we instinctively knew to keep our mouths shut. We could
talk later, but I know I was more than eager to blend into the
background and not get noticed as I should think Jacinta would agree!
Just then a shriek emanated from somewhere deep within the building.
My mind imagined some medieval dungeon where unspeakable horrors were
being inflicted upon the slaves. More shrieks and screams answered the
first. Jacinta turned pale. I'm sure I did as well. We knelt there for
who knows how long, listening to the screams. My stomach grew sick. I
could feel my heart beating in my throat. We had nothing to do except
listen and wait for our Master to return to the room.

When Master did come back, he said nothing to us. Lucinda slinked in,
oozing with sexuality and he took her into his bed and ravaged her.
First having her suck him off, then he finished inside her as he
quickly mounted her. The lights were turned off and Lucinda was left
in his bed while he quickly fell asleep. I found the pillow to be
adequate; after all, a slave takes whatever Master wants!

Morning.
It must have been dawn as I was awakened by Lucinda who unlocked the
chain from my collar freeing me. From some unheard instruction while I
was sleeping, Lucinda quickly relayed to us that we were to clean
ourselves then ready a bath for Master's bathing. Afterwards we were
to dress and accompany Master for the day. All of our attention was
focused on Master while bathing and helping him dress for the day. It
would not have been very smart to upset or displease him while we were
interred in this castle of horrors. Lucinda disappeared at this point
as we were led out of the suite by Master.

We traveled three flights of stairs where we ended up following
Master, by our leashes into the grand dining room. The room was
massive. Dominated by a large table that easily sat thirty people it
was stationed in the middle of the room. Seated at the table were a
large number of individuals of all races and nationalities. There were
even a few women! None of them looked like victims.

Along one wall was a line of personal slaves, attendants just like us,
all locked to iron rings on the wall. There were dog food type bowls
in front of them and a jug of water. Were we taken from Master by
attendants, who were young looking men (I later found out they were
eunuchs, castrated male slaves) and were locked to the wall as well.
As we were allowed to eat from our bowls, Master ate amongst the
others at the table. Their food being rather more tasty than the gruel
we had to eat.

After breakfast we returned to Master's side and were escorted to an
outside courtyard where a boxing ring was set up in the fast rising
sun. Chairs were arranged around the ring under shaded canopies as
again we were taken away from Master into a dressing area where we
were instructed to strip and change into brightly colored bikinis. A
eunuch came around and whitewashed a number on each of us, mine being
number eleven, Jacinta's was thirteen. We were then lead back out into
a fenced in waiting area. It was more of a stall than waiting area.
The type you see in a rodeo where the bulls were kept. Two slaves were
taken at random and pulled through the gate and pushed into the ring.
A referee of some sorts quickly spoke what sounded like instructions
to the two disoriented slaves, who quickly nodded their understanding
before a bell was rung signifying the start of whatever it was they
were now going to do.

The two circled as the guests started screaming and hollering.
Suddenly one of the girls, they both were Arab, lunged towards the
other and tackled her to the ground. A commotion between the two of
them proceeded as they grappled each other, swinging wildly off target
slaps and kicks until the bell rang. They both were shown a corner and
waited as they gasped for breath. The smaller of the two girls had the
forming of a large bruise on her thigh. Her hair was disheveled and
she seemed the worse off between the two. The referee spoke to her as
she panted, shaking her head furiously, refusing whatever he was
saying. He wasted no time in slapping her squarely across the face,
and as she staggered from the blow he pulled out a small cattle prod
and shocked her in the ass, immediately dropping her to the floor. She
became hysterical now and madly crawled away from him and the prod.
The bell rang and she raced out into the center of the ring, eager to
escape the referee.
The two slaves engaged again in a full embrace as the small bruised
one swung wildly and flailed about trying to inflict some damage on
the other girl. Grunts turned into yells as they struggled and fell to
the floor. If either of the girls took a breather during the match,
the referee jolted her with the cattle prod. After the third round,
the match was decided in the larger slave's favor. Money was exchanged
between the guests. Master seemed to not be too interested in the
match as he sat in the back with our host in a deep discussion. The
two girls were separated and the looser was escorted off to a
different area from the winner.
The winner received a fresh drink of water as she knelt and tried to
calm her breathing. The loser was bent over a rail, her wrists tied
together with strips of leather to her ankles she was doubled over and
very vulnerable. Her skin shone from the sun glistening off her sweaty
body. One of the eunuchs then proceeded to whip her, presumably
because she had lost. Everyone in the paddock with me understood the
consequences of loosing now.

Two more were pulled unceremoniously out and led to the ring. This
time the match was quite ferocious as one girl started bleeding from
her nose early into the match. When it was all over, as the bleeding
loser was taken to replace the previous loser to be whipped, the
referee took a pale of water and splashed in over the ring to remove
the blood.

Jacinta was next. Matched up with a tall black woman, she tried
valiantly to put up a fight. Near the end of the third round, the
black woman had Jacinta in a scissor lock between her thighs and
started to rub her pussy onto Jacinta's helpless face. The referee
noticed immediately as the guests shouted and pointed. He tugged the
black woman away from Jacinta and declared Jacinta the winner. The
black woman was then led to the whipping post and was given a thorough
thrashing. Some of the guests were giving a dark skinned man in a
bright blue suit a hard time over the incident. I assumed that he was
the black woman's owner.

I turned out to be the last match of the day. Matched up with a girl
about my size, we grappled and swung and tried to pin each other.
Neither of us knew what we were doing, however we made up for our
inexperience with enthusiasm as we both didn't want to be whipped. By
the end of the match I was covered in sweat and had several bruises. I
was rather pleased to be chosen the winner, though judging from the
more subdued level of cheering during our match, I'm sure we didn't
give much entertainment to the audience.

After a quick rinse off in a tiled dank room, we all were marched back
out to the plaza and reunited with our Masters. Some Master's rewarded
their slaves accounting of themselves in the ring by allowing them to
drop to their knees and suck their cocks. A few roughly chastised
their slaves for loosing. Master had each of us kneel silently on
either side of his chair as he continued to speak in hushed tones with
our host, a bit removed from the others. I had learned my lesson long
ago to not listen to anything Master and our host spoke of, rather I
tried to remain still and aware of him.

The rest of the day found us beside and slightly behind our Master's
side. On a few occasions one of the other men would look us over with
a look of hunger and anticipation. At one point one of the other
owners got into a heated discussion with our host and my Master. From
the looks and gestures it seemed that he was interested in us, with my
Master refusing him and the host trying to placate the angry
frustrated owner.

That evening, Jacinta and I attended to our Master's needs as he
relaxed in his suite with Lucinda. Feeding him, undressing him, and
waiting on him. Master seemed tired, stressed. I endeavored to be as
observant to his needs as I could. He startled me at one point in the
evening after I had served him some grapes, setting the tray on the
small coffee table in front of the sofa, by turning to me and asking a
little about me. Flustered and embarrassed, I recited my position in
my practiced manner and hoped that I would not say anything out of
order that would cause him to be displeased. Lucinda watched me
intently.

Smiling, he bade me to sit next to him. I did so, displacing Lucinda,
who now took the time to position herself behind Master's back and
started giving him a sexy shoulder massage. Master started to ask me
questions. What I thought of the wrestling event, about the castle,
about the other slaves. He asked me to speak freely. I swallowed,
hesitated and then answered his questions as honestly as I could. He
pulled me closer to him while I spoke. He started brushing my hair
softly. He stroked my shoulders, as I faltered, confused by the
thoughts and feelings I was having. At some point I stopped speaking,
as he then started kissing me. Softly. Warmly. I melted into him as my
mind swirled and my head became light headed.

When I was able to think straight again, I saw that the look on
Lucinda's face seemed to be more of jealousy than interest. There was
a dangerous side of Lucinda that showed through her perfectly featured
face and immaculate makeup. It was a side I was now aware of. I hoped
that I would never give Lucinda the chance to show me what that
dangerous side of hers could do!

We stayed one more day before leaving. The plane ride back was quiet
and empty. Other than Lucinda, Jacinta and myself, no other slaves
came back with us. Lucinda was hard to read. After the flash of
jealousy from the other night, she had been distant with me and
ignored me. She spent her time trying to get Master to focus on her
and her "skills and talents rather than either Jacinta or myself.
Fucking him silly all night long, she was up for anything and had a
predatory way of having sex. Master seemed quite fulfilled, that's for
sure!

Once home, wow calling the Estate home had shocked me as I now did
think of it as a home for myself, things went back to normal for
another week. Jacinta and I had teamed back up and were doing our
house slave duties when Sir Jon strode confidently into the manor
house. He met with Master for a short time and as I was cleaning the
marble foyer, Sir Jon exited the house with a rather smug looking
Lucinda. I was instructed to take Lucinda's luggage out to the car. It
seemed that Lucinda would be accompanying Sir Jon somewhere.
The luggage of Lucinda's was little more than a collection of
provocative clothing and lingerie. Clothes for her to operate with on
her back. When I loaded her bag into the car, we exchanged glances.
Her face had a smirk on it as she nodded to me. Then she turned her
attention to Sir Jon, like a true courtesan, he now became the center
of her world as she laughed at some benign comment he muttered under
his breath. She snuggled up to him and he wrapped his large arm around
her. Then the car pulled out and they were gone. I was getting used to
seeing everyone I knew leave me. I wondered when it would be my time
to leave home.

PROMOTION

The next day I was promoted with little fanfare to harem slave. Slave
Mildred informed me early in the morning, curtsying to me and
announcing my promotion and asking me to report to the manor house,
where I would now be staying. Jacinta gasped upon hearing the news and
we exchanged hugs and kisses as tears streamed down both our faces. I
would miss her. She was as close to a friend as a slave could have.
The term sister slave came to mind, when I thought of Jacinta. I hoped
that her path would be smooth and exciting and wonderful like mine had
taken!


end part 3  to be continued...

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