She suffered the indignity of walking silently, on a leash, behind Omal as he led her out of Tahal's chambers. She wasn't sure which was worse, the fact that he didn't speak to her or knowing that she wanted him to. Despite what had just happened, or maybe because of it, she longed to hear a work of comfort, some reassurance that everything would be ok. It didn't matter that she knew, deep down inside, that it was a lie and that nothing would ever be ok again. She still wanted the words.
Vivian followed Omal down the hall, her bare feet silent on the thick carpet and the only sound of her passing the chain that led from the collar around her neck and ended wrapped around Omal's oversized hand. She'd known the moment her collar was welded on that there would be no escape, no going home. At the time she had refused to let panic intrude and even still her mind was somewhat dazed with the shock of her situation. Her mind knew and her body still showed the signs of her new found existence but in reality she had yet to learn just what her circumstances entailed.
Omal had led them through the main part of the house and down a series of hallways until Vivian no longer knew where they were. She had no doubt it was intentional. With nothing more than a look and a quick jerk of her chain Omal had made it clear what he thought of her. Tahal had made a point to tell her about the servant's hatred of women and she had no doubt that she would suffer at his hands. Then again Tahal had also made it clear that where one received pain, or pleasure so would the other.
As their path led them further into the depths of the house their surroundings became sparse. Gone was the expensive artwork that adorned the walls of the main house. The walls here were a crisp, clear, utilitarian white. The carpet, while still thick and obviously expensive, no longer possessed the intricate patterns she had seen in Tahal's chambers. And while the furniture was of the highest quality there was nothing here that suggested one sit and make one's self comfortable.
They passed room after room, some their doors closed while others stood open but none felt inviting. Vivian glanced into the open rooms and was surprised to see several men and women each housed in their individual chambers. Some where stretched out on the bed or laying comfortable on the floor surrounded by pillows while others sat at small desks with their heads bent over leather bound books.
It wasn't until they had passed the sixth or seventh room that Vivian realized that there was no common area. No one was socializing and everyone kept to themselves. Vivian was surprised to see the women as well as the men staying to their own rooms, there appeared to be no intermingling with members of the same or opposite sex.
The other thing Vivian noticed was that everyone was naked. Their bodies, all well toned and tanned, were adorned at the neck, wrists, and ankles with bands of steel but otherwise everyone went about without clothes. Vivian wanted to curl up into herself in an attempt to hide her nakedness and she couldn't understand how anyone could walk around without clothes so casually.
She wasn't a prude nor was she virginal but the sight of so much uncovered flesh caused her to blush. It wasn't so much the bodies themselves but what they represented. Tahal was obviously a man that appreciated pleasure and the open display of sexuality was something she had never before experienced.
Caught up in her thoughts Vivian was unaware that Omal had stopped in front of one of the closed doors and ended up walking right into him. "Humph." Vivian took a quick step back at the malicious look he sent her and quickly regained her balance. "Sorry."
Omal glared at her before turning back to the door. He slipped a ring of keys from his belt and unlooked the door. Pushing it open he reached in and flipped the light on. Pulling her into the room he quickly went through to make sure everything was in order. Despite his immense dislike for the woman or maybe because of it he wanted to make sure that the room was perfect. His pride wouldn't allow for anything less.
Vivian looked around and took in her new surroundings. To her left was the bed; it was narrow and covered with a royal purple comforter as well as a multitude of pillows, all done in the dark color of jewels. There was a small bedside table and matching chest, which she assumed would house whatever personal items she was permitted to keep. Across from the bed a door led to a private bath surprisingly equipped with a large tub in addition to the toilet and sink. Like the bedroom the bathroom was done in jeweled tones of royal purpose and emerald green.
Having seen that everything was in order Omal gave a hard yank on her chain and started pulling her towards the bed.
Vivian dug in her heels; she wasn't sure what was happening but what ever it was it couldn't be good.
Omal smiled at her pitiful struggles. He outweighed her by at least fifty pounds and on him it was all muscle. He was well over six feet tall and broad through the chest and shoulders. His arms and legs were in direct proportion to the rest of his body being long and muscular. All of this was encased in flawless skin colored a chocolate brown and topped off with a perfectly bald head.
Despite the fact that she knew it was useless Vivian continued to use her weight to keep from moving forward. It didn't take long for Omal to grow tired of her antics and simply over power her. Feeding her chain through an eyebolt secured to the head of the bed Omal forced her to move forward. Within seconds she was forced to lie flat on her stomach, her head forced back and her chin resting on top of the mattress.
