With those words Decima, not yet twenty seasons old, joined the steadily changing herd which made up the Emperor’s harem. None of the four hundred imperials had reached their twenty-eighth season as they were constantly culled for younger more beautiful slaves. Of course culling was not a terrible experience, as they were still lovely, experienced sex slaves and they were snapped up for service to private Masters. Often they were purchased to be bred in hopes of producing future imperials. New imperials came, and older ones left, but the position they all coveted was unoccupied at the moment, as the young emperor had not yet named and bred a consort. A fact Decima was more than simply aware of.
Gaius reached down to grasp Decima’s bowed chin, he lifted it to see into her fluttering azure eyes. “You please me, Decima. Anticipating my desires like no other pleasure slave has ever done. I shall take over your training by marking you as my personal imperial.”
“This slave lives to serve her Emperor, and her new Master Gaius. May she please you now?” Reaching to touch his soft penis, she knew she had already gotten all she had hoped for, but this was her wanton lust shining through.
“No, I’m afraid not as I have a staff meeting at the next bell, so I must change back into my uniform. Legionary, take her directly to my quarters. Instruct my attendant to bathe her, affix my seal to her collar.” The guard acknowledged his orders and took hold of Decima’s nipple leash giving it a mild jerk to urge her to obey. Decima turned and received a hard slap on her ass from her new Master. Strutting like a sexy beast out of the room, Decima cast an eye to the haughty imperial with the raven hair, seemingly flaunting her achievement at winning the attentions of the Emperor’s right-hand man on her first day as an imperial. If you are the competition for consort, dark-haired one, be on your guard.
Gaius waved to the guard in charge of the three imperials, and they too left the throne room, as Marinus turn to speak to Gaius. “Come to my quarters for dinner tonight, Gaius, and bring your new slave, she would do well as a centerpiece on my banquet table.
“My pleasure, and a wonderful idea, as she may as well be broken in immediately, she certainly has the training for it. How does Allus continue to produce gems of submissiveness when there are incompetent Masters out there like Virgelina’s?”
“That I think qualifies as a mystery of life, my friend, one we shall have to ponder, but perhaps never know.” The two imperial advisors shook hands and walked out, leaving the throne room empty.
Decima Rising
Chapter Five
Decima was led through the maze of corridors that was the imperial palace. She walked beside the stocky, middle-aged soldier whose duty it was to deliver her to Captain Gaius’ quarters. Aroused and lusty, as she had not come during the trial, she would have offered herself to him had she not been a marked slave. To do so now would be an affront to Gaius, therefore endangering her marked status, and thereby Claretta’s life. I must be careful to remember I am marked now, and cannot have any cock I see.
Finally they came to a wider, elaborately-decorated corridor and the guard stopped at the second door on the left. The man knocked loudly on the door and spoke to Decima in a voice that booked no disobedience. “Get on your knees, slave. Speak only if you are spoken to.” The door swung open and Decima beheld a handsome young man with sandy hair, hazel eyes, and a tanned complexion.
“Hirus, you old goat, what brings you here? The captain is not in. He is conducting an imperial competition.”
Which is where I have come from, Janus? Your boss has marked this new imperial. He wants her bathed, oiled and affixed with his seal.”
Decima saw the keeper’s look of confusion, and then his adjustment to understanding what had happen. He is sad, for some reason, about what has transpired. I hope it is not me that saddens him.
“Oh, well, I guess this means the end of the line for Giselle. Four years she has served him well and he gives her the boot without a word of goodbye of thanks. She isn’t going to take this well. Can you take her to slave quarters for me, Hirus?”
Hirus grunted, shrugged his shoulders and relented. “Okay, but hurry, I don’t have all day to transport slaves.”
Looking like he did not wish to undertake the task, Janus acknowledged Hirus’ response and went to get Giselle.
Now it dawned on Decima the reason for the keeper’s sadness, a reason she had not even thought of. An imperial officer could have only one marked slave, and Gaius already had Giselle, so Decima’s marking meant the end of Giselle’s tenure. Master is turning her out for me, and I know that is the way of things, but still it seems unfair to have to take it from another slave.
Janus struggled to the door with an older brunette, who was nipple leashed and sobbing. “Why, Janus, why, I have served him well.”
The keeper turned and spoke to her in a voice that showed tenderness about a slave he had cared for. “I don’t know your Master’s reasons, but it is the way of things here. Older imperials give way to younger ones. I’m sorry for you, but there is nothing to be done about it. I must take this from you.” Janus reached to her purple collar and unfastened a small pin bearing Gaius’ seal. It was the actual mark Decima would soon be wearing.
Giselle broke into a desperate sob as the seal she had wore for four years with pride and devotion was unceremoniously taken from her. Janus pushed the girl to the door, handed her nipple leash to Hirus and beckoned Decima inside the room. He was hoping the door transfer could be accomplished without further unpleasantness, but as Decima was kneeling that was not so.
Unfortunately, Giselle caught sight of the beautiful blond kneeling beside the soldier, and realized immediately this was her replacement. “So this is the suckling wench my Master chooses over me.” Lunging forward, she grabbed at Decima’s arm and sent her well maintained nails on a search and destroy mission to Decima’s face.
“Let’s see how he likes her with her eyes scratched out.”
Janus realized immediately his error, as he had neglected to clip Giselle’s wrist cuffs behind her back, but fortunately for him, Hirus reacted quickly enough to prevent damage to his new charge.
Hirus was well into his middle-age, a bit slower than he was in his youth. However, he was still a trained fighting man with years of hand to hand combat under his belt. It was a simple move to intercept the untrained slave girl’s awkward effort, and easy to take her feet out from underneath her sending her crashing to the floor.
Giselle looked up, unsure as to exactly what had happened to her, and tried a second time to lunge up at Decima. Janus pulled his new charge into the safety of her new home, while Hirus was catlike in his grabbing of Giselle’s brown hair to painfully pull her back to him. Hirus held the struggling imperial in a choke hold, as he worked to force her arms back to clip those neglected wrist cuffs. When he got them fastened, he released the choke, and held up Giselle up on her tiptoes by her hair.
“I haven’t had hot work like that for six seasons, the eastern campaigns against the pink-eyes. Nice to know I still have the skills. This will teach you to be lackadaisical, Janus, never forget to cuff the bitches. Any more last threats, slut?”
Giselle said nothing, but she spit toward Decima in a futile act of her frustration which fell well short of its intended target.
Now Janus got angry. “That’s enough, Giselle. You were a good slave, devoted and loyal. I shall miss you, even if your Master does not. Go quietly now, no more willful disobedience. Do not force me to report this conduct to Captain Gaius. If I do, you know, he’ll have you sold off.”
Tears streamed down the brunette’s face, and she spoke with true, overpowering emotion. “I’m sorry, Master Janus. I did not mean to offend you, as you have always been good to me. It’s just that it’s hard, being turned out like this. No word of thanks from the Master I have served devotedly for four years.”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot change things. I wish you good luck for your future.”
Hirus dragged the sobbing imperial away whi
le Janus dutifully fastened his employer’s seal to Decima’s bright new collar. Despite of her youth, Decima understood the lesson which had just been so vividly displayed for her. Giselle was replaced, thrown out like an old tool, and someday the same will happen to me. It is the way of things here at the palace.
Taking the opportunity to look over the quarters where she would now serve, Decima found this front room to be most impressive. A huge fireplace had Faunta wood waiting to be lit in the center and fire lamps adorned the walls every four feet. Over the fireplace, the mantle held a slew of krayma-coated trophies which Decima resolved to look at in the future when she got a chance.
Then there was the painting, further up over the mantle, which let any visitor know the occupant had friends in the highest places. The picture depicted two boys maybe twelve or thirteen seasons posed beside a ferocious-looking beast that was now quite dead. One of the boys was clearly her new Master Gaius, while the other was just as clearly a young Emperor Marcus Flavius, ruler of the known world. Looking around, Decima could see weapons had made an impact on her Master’s life, as dozen’s of them adorned the walls. If I were not an obedient slave, I would be afraid as Master has all these terrible weapons close at hand.
Spotting a big cage with a straw sleeping mat in one corner of the room, Decima assumed it would be her place when her services were not required in Master’s bedchamber.
“What is your name, girl. You are lovely, well curved, and seemingly well trained.” Janus reached his hand to his new charge’s sex, and he played with her clit bulb making it swell. “I suspect you are trained by Governor Allus?”
Decima caught her breath, at the fondling of her sexual center. This new keeper was so different, so unlike Jomar, in that he seemed to care for her. Do imperials get this sort of treatment all the time? To be pampered and touched like this.
“Yes, Master, this slave was trained by Allus, she is named Decima, and she begs to pleasure you if that is your desire.” It is my duty to offer myself to my keeper, if I did not he would be insulted and perhaps beat me.
Decima first surprise came with how casually Janus rejected her offer of sexual service. “No, not right now, I prefer to get to know my charges intimately before I use them. Besides, you must understand that your primary duties here are to keep the Captain satisfied. If the Captain is happy, I am happy, and thus you may be a fulfilled, contented slave. Now, let me guess, you have not yet come to twenty seasons, right?” Janus continued to gently play with Decima’s swelling clit bulb, which distracted her from what he was saying to him. Oh, does he know what he’s doing to me? How hard it is to pay attention when he’s fondling my clit.
“Yes . . . you are correct, Master, many suns must still pass before my twenty season starts.” Decima was curious as to his concern for her age, as she thought of her youth as an advantage, but might I be wrong. “Is my youth a problem, Master?”
“No, not as long as you are serious about your duties to the Captain, and behave. I simply marvel at how imperials get younger and younger. Soon they will be taking you right out of training schools at fifteen or sixteen seasons, but I guess what will be, will be.” Keeping one hand working on her engorged bulb, Janus now let the other take her right breast, kneading the flesh and making her groan.
In an action that had become instinctive to her, Decima thrust her crotch forward spreading her legs apart to allow Janus greater access to her intimate parts. She loved his use of her body, but there was one problem, and Decima was keenly aware of it. I have not been given instruction on climaxing, do I need permission. If he sticks fingers inside me, I will come. I won’t be able to stop it, so I best ask now. She opened her mouth to speak, but Janus spoke first.
“I can see why the captain likes you. You’re so responsive, a true slut slave. I’ll bet you’re soaking wet inside, girl. I can already see you’re having trouble containing your need, wondering if you can come. Thinking, do I need permission?” As if to accentuate his point, and her perilous level of control, Janus slipped the fingers inside her, just as she had expected.
“Aaaaahhh, yes, this slave begs permission to come. Please, Master Janus let me come.”
Janus chuckled, delighting in the wanton need Decima showed. “You’re helpless, aren’t you? You can’t stop yourself from coming if I keep this up. We’ll have no worries with a slut like you around. Yes, you’ll do, quite nicely.” To Decima’s audible disappointment, Janus stopped his swirling contact with her clit and stepped back.
“You’re not going to come now, for it is the Captain’s place to decide that, and for the record, yes, you always need permission to climax in these quarters. The Captain prefers his slave’s with the discipline to control their lustful urges, and put his needs first, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“One more thing, Captain Gaius is your Master, that title is his off your lips, so you shall call me Janus. I am your keeper, and we shall become intimately familiar with each other as I maintain you in the manner the captain requires. You will find that I often know more of what slut slaves need than you do, so listen to what I tell you.”
“Yes, Janus.” Why is he making me crazy? I have always seen keepers as a necessary evil, perhaps because of Jomar, but I want him, almost more than the Captain.
“You are young, so I presume you have no stamina issues to interfere with your libido. In other words, you can be used all day if need be, right?”
“Yes, M . . . Janus, this slave serves all, at any time, suns or moons.”
“Last thing, if there is ever a problem satisfying the Captain, even if he can’t come a fourth time after fucking you thrice, you report it to me immediately.” Janus reached out and removed Decima’s nipple clamps and took off her leash. “Let’s get you cleaned and oiled as the Captain desires you. I think I’ll hang you from that wall, legs spread and waiting for him, right under the battle axes.”
Decima looked at the wall he spoke of and noticed the leather cuffs in the wood for a slave’s wrists, and the wide-apart poles for the spreading of a slave’s legs. Above it all, she saw two crossed battle axes hung, looking razor sharp. I hope they are well secured.
“May this slave ask a question?”
Janus nodded, running fingers through her soft, golden hair.
“May news be dispatched to Allus of this slave’s new status? He asked to know of her success, but a slave has no way of sending a message.”
“What you ask can be done, but I prefer to simply announce your imperial status, not your marking, until I’m sure you are going to be a good fit for the captain. Perhaps in when the moons are new we will send him word of your marking, which will give him cause to celebrate the Festival of Luna.”
The Festival of Luna is many suns from now, before the cold season, and Claretta cannot possibly live until then. Despite her frustration, Decima knew she should not push Janus. She already knew what it was like to have a keeper who cared little about her, and she did not wish to spoil this seemingly good relationship she was building with her new, exciting keeper. I shall have to find another way to get word back earlier.
“If you please, Janus, as soon as you feel this slave is proven, may the message be sent, as time is of some importance?” Hearing her voice waver at the importance of the request, she suddenly wondered, should I simply tell him the problem?
Janus was immediately aware that something was out of the ordinary here, and he had handled Allus-trained slaves before, so he had his suspicions. “Why is time so important? Has the Governor placed some dire consequences on your failure?”
He seems to know, but should I confide the rest? My relationship with Claretta is forbidden, so will telling him make matters worse. Decima was locked in hesitation as she truly did not know after just this short time with Janus if she could fully trust her new keeper.
Sensing her hesitation and fear, Janus brought her in close to him, hugging her as if to comfort a slave.
Decima had never been h
ugged by a keeper for comfort. As a pleasure slave she saw all hugging as sexual, but she knew this hug was not. For a keeper to touch her in this manner rather than for sex or punishment was quite foreign to her. He does care about me.
“What has you troubled? This world is hard on slaves, playing with their emotions and fears, but I want you to be content here, and to be so you must put this behind you.” The words were spoken with a genuine honesty that made Decima believe him.
“This slave has a slave lover, Janus. Her name is Claretta. Allus is holding her hostage in great pain and suffering to motivate me to success. The conditions that he requires to release her are my becoming an imperial and being marked.” There, it’s out, what will be, will be, but was I wrong to trust him? In the raw emotion of the moment, she pressed her face into his chest and began to cry.
Janus seemed lost in thought for a moment, but recovered with decisiveness. “I’ll dispatch the message before suns set, and with luck it should be there in five suns. Unfortunately, that is all I can do, unless your lover is sent here to become an imperial. Is that a possibility?”
“Yes, she is as beautiful as this slave, and as well trained.”
“Well then, if she’s imperial material then I’ll speak to the Captain at some point, about purchasing her as a house slave, to help out around here with the domestic chores. She wouldn’t be an imperial right away, but you would get to see each other.”
Unable to control her welling emotions, Decima pressed closer to Janus as she spoke. “Thank you, Janus. You are indeed a remarkable keeper. This slave can see now what Giselle lost and she has gained. May I ask why you would do this for this slave?” Will it anger him that I ask?
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