Decima Rising

by Jennifer Campbell

  She took them all deep in her rectum, feeling each of their squirting spends intimately. When it was done, she sat on the floor feeling well used and spent, and Gaius came up to her and congratulated her.

  “Welcome, Decima, to your first imperial dinner party. You shall serve at many more.”

  Decima Rising

  Chapter Seven

  Nine time the twin suns had risen and set since the dinner party, and Decima felt at home in her new duties. Also there was some sense of relief that the message must have gotten to Allus by now, and so she hoped Claretta had been released alive. However, she was finding it increasingly harder to keep her passion about Janus from him. Transfixed in his presence, she had to concentrate to simply make intelligible conversation rather than falling to her knees and professing her love for him.

  At one point when he was bathing her with his strong hands all over her naked body, she seized the opportunity to ask him if he had heard of Claretta release. “Janus, have the dispatches from Abundacium mentioned Claretta at all?”

  “Not specifically, but news of slaves is seldom mentioned in official dispatches, however Allus knows of your position, as Gaius’ marked imperial. Wasn’t that the conditions under which she would be released?”

  “Yes, this slave had just hoped to hear some word of her.”

  “I did speak to the captain, and an offer was made to purchase her, through low level channels. It will probably be full winter before we hear anything.” Janus took her arm and raised her from the tub, watching the soapy water run down her smooth skin.

  “Bend forward; grab the tub side for support.” His words were soft but filled with a keeper’s authority over a slave, and Decima instantly obeyed hoping for his intimate touch. The times he uses me are too few, but I live for them.

  Grasping her smooth, soaked ass, Janus undid his tunic to a slight gasp from Decima. Without speaking another word, he moved behind her nestling his cock against her slave cunt. “Rub it, get me hard and beg to be fucked, slut slave.”

  Decima was so ready to feel his girth inside her that she pushed herself back onto his hardening length and rubbed for all she was worth, up and down, side to side, she squashed and slammed her sex against his growing manhood. “Please, Janus, this slave wants you as Master, deep inside her.”

  Do I even really care about Claretta any more, like I used to, in the light of this fever in my blood for him. For the first time Decima confronted the awful concept of losing what she had once thought was the driving love of her life, in the light of her haphazard biology. I used to wonder if I had imprinted on her, would that be possible, but now I have the answer.

  “Ohhhh, yes.” Decima gasped as Janus achieved his full erection and he slipped none too softly into her slick slit. “Yes, please Janus, fuck your obedient slave. She needs it.” More than you’re ever going to know.

  Janus thought Decima to be unusually passionate, and wondered why, but foremost in his mind was that she not lose control and come. As a keeper he would use her to sate his desire, the desire her lovely body would bring about in any Ranexxian male, but he was not her Master, and likely never would be, a fact he was critically aware of. “Easy, slave, this is a routine use by your keeper, not your Master, save your passion for him.”

  Now Decima could barely take it. He’s not just my keeper; he has to be my Master. I need him, not Gaius. “Please, Janus, take me, be my Master.” With these words, Decima began to slam her bottom backwards meeting his thrusts to take his shaft deeper, and Janus became alarmed.

  Seizing her blonde locks, he disengaged from her sex, and pulled her face to his. “What has gotten into you, Decima, your acting crazy with passion?”

  Decima didn’t know if imprinting heightened emotional response, but it was certainly a likely possibility as at this critical moment her emotions flared. I have to tell him. He has to be my Master.

  She hung there for a moment, limp in his arms, and then said the words that would change things forever. “I’m sorry, Janus, it just happened, when you made me come that first day. I imprinted on you. Please, be my Master.”

  At that moment, Janus cursed the Four. Twelve seasons he had been a keeper for Captain Gaius, and now he had betrayed his employer’s trust. “By the Four, Decima, why didn’t you tell me when it happened?”

  “This . . . I thought I could deal with it, and cover it up, but I can’t.” Decima didn’t even realize her slip out of proper slave-speech, but she did catch the angry glare on Janus’ face.

  “Please, Master Janus, don’t be angry with me, I couldn’t help it.”

  He knew she was correct, as she was as much a slave to her biology as she was in Ranexxian society; she truly couldn’t have stopped it or fought it as was evidenced by her current frustration. “Okay, I understand, but this is the worst possible time and circumstances. I hadn’t mentioned it yet, but you have received your first imperial summons. Tonight, you go to the Emperor’s bedchambers to spend the night. I can’t stress enough how focused you must be on the Emperor, and he must never know you have imprinted on your keeper, for both our sakes.”

  Decima reeled with the thought of how Allus’ desire for her had arrived at precisely the worst possible time, and how as she was indeed the property of the Emperor, her first duty was to her ultimate Master. She stared as Janus, knowing she wanted nothing more than to leave the palace with him and be his slave forever; a fantasy that was close to as impossible as her dreams with Claretta had been.

  “What must be done, Janus, please tell me what to do.”

  * * * *

  Her anal flushing and the oiling had been enjoyable to Decima, but the bitter potion Janus had forced upon her had been had to get down. It made her retch, but he had told her it was an ancient remedy, as yet not proven, but thought to reverse her biological urges. If it worked, she would be cleared of her imprinting, and still able to imprint again. The catch was she had to believe in the process, and take the vile potion every suns for twenty suns.

  Decima was conflicted though, not sure if she indeed wanted it to work, and she knew that would be the hardest struggle. If I lose my love for Janus, who will I love? Claretta, how, that love is even more forbidden than Janus. Gaius; does he even know I exist other than as relief for his lust. The Emperor; he’s never even met me, and he may not desire me.

  As Decima made her way that evening to the Emperor’s quarters, nipple leashed and with her labia clamped and belted, she lived with the growing fear that Allus had forced her to advance too far too fast, for his own purposes. As she entered the inner sanctum, her pink cut flesh was visible to all, as was her lush body, but inside she was a cauldron of conflicting emotions about her future. Her physical pain was tolerable, but her emotional pain was becoming had to bear.

  The guard escorting her stopped suddenly, and Decima was jerked backwards bring fresh pulses of agony to her breasts. “On your knees, bitch, you are about to serve the most high.”

  Compliantly, Decima got to her knees, cringing as the clamps pulled harder on her tender labial flesh as her legs spread open for the most powerful Master on her world. However it was not the Emperor Decima saw first walking out from the bedchamber, but the haughty, raven-haired imperial that she had first seen at her trial. The slave moved lithely even with a chain trailing from her collar and dragging along on the floor. Following the raven one was a brunette imperial, chained in a similar fashion, and both slave girls moved to a comfortable purple ottoman sitting near the middle of the room.

  Now a man entered the room, holding the business end of the two chains. At first glance, Decima saw he was tall, muscular and as young and fine looking as she could have hoped. Rather then being clothed in purple robes of his office, Marcus Flavius wore only a red-fringed loincloth which revealed his physique well. Decima dropped her eyes as his regarded her, not wanting to seem impertinent by staring at the Emperor. As she bowed her head, she heard the guard snap to attention give a military salute, and be dismissed, his
heels clicking on the tile as he smartly marched out. He is willing to be alone with three slave girls, perhaps indicating a degree of trust.

  “I suspect your face is more lovely than the top of your head, slave, so let me see it.”

  Decima sensed there was not anger in the command but rather a compliment to her beauty. Raising her head, she looked for his soul in his hazel eyes. He has soft, kind eyes, not at all like I expected of an Emperor, but he must have a desire for strict discipline, or so his men think.

  Decima let her eyes roam to the tattoo which literally covered his shaven chest; it was the same fierce face of a Congar that she had seen on the banner at the palace gates. His hair was black as the moons sky, and fell to below his shoulders, which was not the fashion amongst Ranexxian males, but as he stepped forward to her kneeling form she realized how tall and muscular he was. He stood a full head above any Master she had ever seen. Gripping her by her blonde locks, he raised her to a stand, examining her lush body as he did so. For Decima there was no decision in it, as his grip was incredibly strong and not possible for her to resist had she wanted to.

  “They tell me you as a product of Allus’ training, his latest work of slave art if you will. Are you loyal to your former master, or to the captain of my guard, your current one?” He released her hair, waiting patiently for her answer.

  Decima mind whirled at what she should answer. How would Janus have me answer? Then she knew what was right, as if it should have been obvious all along. “Neither, Master, as an imperial pleasure slave this slave is your property, so she is loyal to you above all others.”

  Marcus Flavius looked at the brown-eyes brunette seated on the floor beside the ottoman, as he was seeking something from her. She nodded, and he again turned to Decima. “So you don’t mind talking freely of Allus, your former Master, telling everything you know of him.”

  Decima thought both his actions and the question strange, but he was the Emperor, and he owned her, so she answered quietly. “Yes, Master, whatever you wish to know.”

  “What does Allus expect of you here at the palace?” Again there was the glance at the brunette, as if he needed her input or advise.

  “To become what she is, an imperial pleasure slave, what she was trained for.” Decima paused, not sure if she should speak of Allus’ desire for her marking, but she decided to be forthcoming. “Allus also wished her to be marked by an imperial officer, very soon after her arrival.”

  Once more the most powerful man in her world glanced at a slave and received an affirming nod in response, but then the slave girl spoke. “True, but there’s more, Master.”

  Now Marcus’ eyes bored into Decima seeking the ultimate truth. “Why did Allus send you to the palace to become an imperial?”

  There was only one answer to that question, and Decima felt strongly that if he didn’t know it the brunette slave girl would. “This slave was sent to become your consort, Master, and bear the next Emperor from her womb.”

  A quick glance at the brunette revealed a smile, and Marcus Flavius seemed to relax. “Decima, you are called, correct?”

  “Yes, Master, may she serve you?”

  He seemed to take her offer of sexual service as an interruption of more important matters. “Later, we’ll get to your service later, but now, let me introduce you to Tacita, who has a talent I treasure. Tacita reads people, both Masters and slaves alike, and knows with uncanny accuracy if the are telling the truth or lying. I actually take her along to staff meeting, on a leash of course, but when the meeting is over she invariably tells me things I never heard or noticed.”

  That would seem to put her in the position of being his most trusted advisor. I wonder what my Captain Gaius would think of that.

  “Tell me, Tacita, what else do you feel and see in our new flower?”

  Now Decima began to feel uncomfortable, having this seer’s eye turned on her. Will she see my love of Claretta, my imprinting on Janus? She let her blue eyes regard Tacita’s face, but she saw no evil, or desire to be cruel in the sister slave.

  “She is wandering, Master. Decima is unsure of her real place in the world. I feel she has strong loves, but I cannot see their faces, for she is afraid to give her love to either. It is hard to see through fear, Master.”

  Marcus’ look was one of surprise. “Surely she is well-trained, submissive to her core, to be one of Allus’ sluts, so how could she have loves? Is it Gaius, have you fallen for your new Master, Decima. He has wooed more than one imperial to love him deeply.”

  Decima did not react, frozen with indecision as to what to say, but Marcus chuckled. “Do not be afraid, it is not a problem. You will be in no trouble if you have imprinted on my childhood friend.”

  Confessing to imprinting on Gaius would be a way out, and I sense he would believe it, but would Tacita know I was lying? I dare not take the chance.

  “No, Master, it is not Gaius.”

  “Then is it Allus, are you imprinted on the governor and acting as his agent here.”

  Decima reacted with such strong emotion to Marcus’ accusation that it seemed clear to all she was not lying. “No, Master, if anything I was coerced by Allus, he forced compliance to his desires from me.” For the first time Decima put her feeling toward her former Master and trainer into complete perspective. “I am glad to be away from Abundacium.”

  “True, Master, but she misses someone there.” Tacita added, looking at Decima with no ill will, but eyes of iron.

  Decima realized she could not play this game. With Tacita’s gift, it would be too easy to be caught in a lie, and she assumed the results of that would be perhaps fatal for a slave girl. The truth, the whole truth, has to be laid bare.

  “Tacita is correct, this slave yearns for a lover at Abundacium, a sister slave. On her first day here, just after her trial, she imprinted on her keeper, Janus, but the fault was not his. He has given me a bitter medicine which will perhaps reverse the imprinting.” There, it’s all out now. Let them do as they will; my fate is in the Emperor’s hands, as it always was.

  Marcus Flavius looked at Tacita, and took in her easy nod. “It’s all true, Tacita?” He seemed to need more than her confirming nod.

  “Yes, Master, this slave senses no deception. Decima has laid herself bare to us.”

  “Then we shall do the same, and welcome her into our private circle. I can only admire her honesty and courage in confessing all. Release her; she is now part of our inner circle.”

  With a smile on her face, Tacita crawled over to Decima to remove her nipple leash and labia belt. The woman briefly licked Decima’s intimate lips to bring some relief, and then she kissed Decima who now realized what was a crime around the Empire might not be so in the Emperor’s quarters. As Tacita broke the kiss, and crawled away, Marcus signaled the raven one, whose name was still a mystery to Decima to come forward.

  “This is Drusilla, Decima, and if you thought Tacita’s abilities were amazing, well, you haven’t seen anything yet. Drusilla, tell Decima of the memories you have of the strange place you come from.”

  That place she comes from? Doesn’t she come from here?

  * * * *

  There was no pain all night long, which was so different from what Decima was used to. The four of the had sex all night long, but it was all about the pleasure, and the man, the Master, the Emperor, seemed to care less about being in charge. In fact at one point, Decima’s eyes were dazzled by a most amazing sight; one she never would have thought could be possible.

  Drusilla, nude and without her collar or chain kneeling over the supine body of Marcus, and yes she was reaching back and stroking his erection as a slave might do, but it was what he was doing to her that delighted Decima. The Emperor’s face was deep in her crotch, licking and tonguing her slave cunt, just like a sister slave would make love to her. Decima could see he was thoroughly enjoying the experience, and no one thought it unusual.

  Decima received this kind of sex too, from both Tacita and Drusilla, an
d she gladly gave it back and all four became a tangle of sweaty bodies sating each other in every way possible. Decima took the imperial shaft in all her holes but she didn’t feel like a slave when she did it, she felt like a woman. She felt blessed when Marcus choose to let her taste his second spend of the evening.

  Later, when they were all sated the three slave girls sat around the ottoman and listened to stories for Marcus. Some where battle stories, or stories of slaves he had loved, he even spoke with reverence about his mother slave, Tatiana. Decima noticed that Drusilla was alive, vibrant, and enjoying the freedom like she was, but soon, Marcus turned to Drusilla and spoke words Decima could see Drusilla feared.

  “Introduce yourself, Drusilla, and tell your story to Decima. We’ll see what she makes of it, reality or fantasy.”

  Drusilla started haltingly, as if she were ashamed somewhat to be shown as different, but Decima was soon engrossed by her story. “I was found, by a party of fishermen, clinging to a rock off the coast of the eastern shore of the Empire. That was three seasons ago, but I have the sense of being away from my homeland for a far longer time. There is much I do not remember, my name, the name of my people, or their land, but I do have a few images in my mind. We traveled, for many suns, on a great ship with white sails made of heavy cloth. But there was a storm, and it wrecked the ship leaving me stranded on the rock where the fishermen found me. Now I was shocked to be enslaved here, for I have a memory of things being quite different in my homeland.” Now Drusilla paused, looking directly at the Emperor as if for permission to speak more.

  “Go ahead, tell her, but don’t be surprised if she doesn’t believe you. It is after all, barely imaginable.”

  “In my homeland, Decima, females rule, and all men are slaves as we are here.”